There was a prison.  Within the prison walls sat a multitude.  There was a captain of the prison who made one in charge over all the other prisoners.  The one in charge was a foreigner in the land.  He was thrown into prison falsely accused of committing a crime of having his way with the leader of the foreign lands wife.

While in the prison he came upon two specific prisoners from the king of the world’s cabinet no less and they were unhappy.  These two had dreamed each a dream most disturbing.

One dream caused death the other spared a life.

The dream of death is surely not a dream but a reality.

The dream of death was on this wise.

One dreamed of three white baskets stacked on the top of his head.

In the utmost basket was something that looked pleasant to the eyes.   The baker described them as wonderful fruit, food, meat.

What was pleasing to the eyes became bird food for in the dream the birds came and ate up all the contents of the basket.

The interpretation 3 days.  After three days your head will be cut off by the king of the world and your body hanged on a tree and all the birds will eat off of you.

On the third day the king of the world  shook the heads of the prisoners and behold the one with the bread was beheaded and hanged.

Who is the king of this world?  And whats on your head?

Basket of Good

Basket of Evil

Basket full of your own interpretations to what is good or evil that you elevate and believe in yourself

The baker like a shadow of death standing in a prison thinking a nightmare a dream because the interpretation was good.

The one who cooked the bread did not realize that the interpretation was for another’s good but not his own. 

We can almost hear the pride as he shows the wares leading to the last and utmost basket all gathered together and prepared for a feast.

Could it be a story of a baker who baked at first and it all came out flat?   Then he added a little something to lighten things up and it looked good but not quite the feast he was after.  Then he just mixes it all up and comes up with a virtual cornucopia of delights in his own head.  Stacking his own works on his own head like a crown and forsaking the warning he is released from the prison but the way that seemed right to him lead to death.

Perhaps he was cursed in his own doing and thinking good of what another thought deemed evil.

Either way he learned nothing in the prison.

You can be good, you can be bad, you can mix it all up and call it good and bad…all that we do is just plain ugly….and that ain’t pretty.

Jesus was in the wilderness and Satan says, “hey if you’re the Son of God turn these stones into bread.”  Jesus replies, It is written Man does not live by bread alone but by every word of God”.

Again Jesus asks who here if his son asked him for bread would give him a stone?

If you just look through the good the bad and the ugly you can see Jesus is the only one who fulfilled the stone and the bread……………but some have rejected the stone and made it a stumblingblock and instead just keep baking bread that has laid in the wilderness so long that it’s just a dry hard stone.

Who in heaven or earth is worthy to open the book?

No one in heaven nor earth was worthy to open the book nor look upon it……….this calls for much weeping and then we hear a sound an elder speaks, Behold the Lion of the tribe of Judah the Root of David hath prevailed………..

Only the redeemed can sing the new song……………..They alone know He is Worthy! 

Jesus Christ the Perfect Lamb slain before the foundation of the world for the sin of us all…………

Why then do we rage and imagine vain things? 

Psa 2:1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? Psa 2:2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,

Psa 2:3 Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.

Psa 2:4 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.

Psa 2:5 Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.

Psa 2:6 Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.

Psa 2:7 I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.

Psa 2:8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

Psa 2:9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.

Psa 2:10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.

Psa 2:11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.

Psa 2:12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.