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