Glass House

 

During praise and worship I noticed a woman two pews in front of me and my family. I couldn't help but notice becaue as she worship her hand was right in line with my view of the screen I was facing. Her movements, mannerism, and style gave me the impression that she had a sorted history. I started building an entire concept of her without ever knowing her, or anything about her. Placing her farther and farther down the social order of things. Until she was somewhere just above mud.

Thats when the flash happened.

The image was the scene from the Bible where the men of the area bring the woman caught in adultry to Jesus to pass judgemet. Most of the time we see this scene depicted by hollywood from the purspective of Jesus, Looking at the crowd. I saw it differently. I saw the scene from a vantage point just above the crowd looking at backs of thier heads. All the men in the crowd were wearing black hooded robes so you couldn't see thier faces or identify them in any way. The woman they brought had been thrown to the ground beside Jesus. Where she now coward in fear. I noticed in the crowd that there was only one stone in sight. Only one individual in the crowd was ready to strike. I thought "What an arogant, selfrightous, pig. " It was then that it became cystal clear. I was the one holding the rock. I prayed Lord I don't want to be in that crowed. Lord teach me to have the love and compassion you have for us. Teach me how not to prejudge those that come to you. Lord teach me and help me to be like you

Homecoming

While in the pray room I asked God to move on the hearts of those he had prepared. That we could not bring anyone to him, that his spirit would draw them. And prayed he bring those he prepared home. I had the flash of a partial global map. This map had two distinct land masses separate by a ocean. On the water were wooden boats, open top style. Like life boats you would see on the old passenger liners. There were thirty or forty people in each boat, and a number of the boats. I could see families huddled together with father’s arms stretched out around them, holding them just as close as he can. I also saw people that were by themselves some just kind of there while others were straining to get the first glimpse of their destination. Standing at the bow of each boat was an angel. They were in white with wings fully exposed. In their hands were poles which they used to move the boats from one shore to the other. As a boat would beach on shore Fathers would jump from the boat so they could help their familys out of the boat. I saw the young helping the old, and old helping the young. A young boy sticking with his sister about his age, helping her leave the boat. watching over her.

As I saw this I thought to myself "Their coming.... Their coming.

Listen to the praise

As we were in the middle of praise and worship the tought hit me "I wonder how God hears the worship?" So I stop singing and just listened. At first I could hear all the inperfections in the voices of those around me. Listening, I estimated about 100 or so voices singing out. I could hear in the voices the absolute love and pure adoration in their praise. I could literally feel the love as they sang to the Lord. But God wasn't done. As I continued to listen the voices of the 100 or so began to change from what I started listening to. The strained voices became full and supported. The off key became perfect pitch. The off beat became the time keeper. And the 100 or so sounded like 1000 or more in perfect harmony with each other. I was absolutly beautiful. The most beautiful vocal music I have ever heard. What I was hearing were the song from the heart. Now I know why God said "I inhabit the praise of my people

The Sheppard's Pride

Jesus as the Sheppard was walking though the woods with his flock. When he and his flock came upon a demon. The demon was your standard looking thing. Big, ugly, with horns. Whiffs of smoke rising from and around him. What was unusual about him is what he had with him. In his left hand he held a spear. In his right two chains. At the other end of the chains were two sheep. When the chained sheep saw Jesus they began tugging on the chain and straining to get to him.
The demon began taunting Jesus, and Jesus said nothing. As time passed the demon became more brazen and bold. He said "You, being alone out here all by yourself I do believe me and the boys can take you." At that I noticed that the woods were full of demons, each with their own chained sheep. Still Jesus said nothing. Then one of the sheep from the front of the flock stepped forward and bleated "He's not alone, and even if he was he would be more than a match for you and your buddies." Snickering, the demon asks "And who are you?" The sheep answered "I am an adopted son of the living God!" While making this declaration, the sheep lowered his head while still looking straight at the demon and began digging at the ground with his hoof. He was clearly agitated. The sheep continued raking the ground with his hoof. All the while proclaiming the Greatness of his Sheppard and his distain for the demon. The little sheep began changing. Where there was white wool, brown course fur began replacing it. The hoof began growing until it had become a huge paw with razor sharp claws. And the bleating voice became lower in pitch and more guttural until it became a deafening roar. Looking back at the rest of the flock it was clear he was not alone.
Many of the flock had under gone this transformation but not all. Some of them where doing all that they knew to do. They were arming themselves. Placing helmets on their head, armoring their bodies, grabbing bandoleers, shields, swords, and heavy weapons of every kind. While others were not arming themselves but outfitting those that were dressing for battle.
As this was going on the lions began pacing back and forth, stretching their numbers out to form a battle line. They were pleading "Lord say the word, turn us lose against them" The demon no longer laughing still taunted the flock. Jesus still standing remained silent. Then the demon with the big mouth taunted "What’s the matter afraid your little kitties will get hurt?" Without a word Jesus knelt then put his hands on the ground. Instantly transforming into a lion twice the size of any of the pride with a crown of gold on his head. Jesus looked up directly into the eyes of the mouthy demon and roared out one single word, "NOW!"
The prides battle line advanced with such speed and force it didn't just break through the enemy lines, they destroyed it. The sheep that were armed to the teeth advanced as well doing amazing damage in their own right. The unarmed sheep moved forward as well, giving aid to the wounded and freed. As the flock of both kinds of sheep advanced many of them under went the change and took their place among the pride.
The last thing I saw was chains snapping under powerful jaws. And demons fall under the shear power of the pride, and their King. The Lion of the Tribe of Judea.

Our Praise to God

To begin with you'll need to understand I'm a a science fiction nut.
A wall of translucent blue light form at the back walls of the sanctuary. From there it began moving slowly toward the alter. It moved through and around every one and everything in the sanctuary. Everyone had been touched or had touched the light as it moved toward the alter. The light as it moved contracted down to a spot on the alter just behind the podium about the size of a half dollar. The light at this point was no longer blue but a pure white, blindingly bright. Then a beam shot straight up from the point of light. And this is were the scene changed. I saw the beam shoots through the floor of the thrown room of heaven and rise up over the thrown and spread out like a fountain. Space the fountain sprayed out multicolor specs of light that turned to rain drops as they fell. As it fell I solved the Father rise in the thrown. He stretched out his arms with his palms facing up and leaned his head back. The posture reminds me of a farmer that is getting rained on for the first time after a long drought. The rain came down like a gentle spring rain. And he drew in a large breath through his nose to smell the rain. Then the father began to dance in the rain. Like a 10-year-old boy would play in the rain on a beautiful spring day. Then a voice asked him "Why are you reveling in this so much?" The Father with a smile in his face from ear to ear replied "Because this...is a gift... from my kids."