Moses House… revisited
I want to thank Pastor Michael Smith for his earlier line of thought towards righteousness.
Michael Smith FB:
Those who take the Tabernacle of Moses and relegate groups of believers based on their theology and experience to Outer Court, Holy Place and Most Holy Place only divide the body and produce an “elitism” in their group that always seems to make the Most Holy Place designation. Just sayin …
Michael,
As to your post: It seems the Kingdom, when handled by anxious men, only increase barriers rather than remove them. Elite-ism indeed. We are the master race!!! (only to be the Three Stooges). I am but a hidden Pharisee who must come out of the closet… and receive forgiveness for such arrogance of the past. Conviction is an awesome tool of grace. Thank you!
What I am trying to say is that what I have had a few years to embrace only gets bigger and deeper… more precious and open-ered or open ended (not sect-ized, remote, hidden or closing… but calling to all) and of these things I need remembrance. The unknowing try to corral the un-tameable mysteries of God?Lol. The Tabernacle was never meant to be some static stay… but there are places we are so moved just to dwell in what he has accomplished by the shadow of each furniture. A humbling experience with no need to build another sanctuary therein.
I find I need to walk daily among this Tabernacle… through pillared gate, my hidden & safe sanctuary… where snowy ashen judgments lay, the best I have and had, fiery end of my smoke-screened sin, then daily bathe, deep refreshing waters where dirty stains of age and time dissolve, and with angels-speak, an opened caped linen embroidery to fellowship a room of spice and drink and aroma and burning adoration, lit by a candlestick of one and a tabled communion for two… and the whisper worship of one to one… as my coals are raked. I toast this wine and eat this bread… and weep between my sips… to passover loss and see the gain and through that veil that Calvary broke, as Heaven’s straw, all camels strained… all treasures bow, and I leap into liberty’s court without a cow slain… only to be refreshed anew and dwell before this feathered ark… in darkness shines, to focus on a golden lid, pokka-dotted slab with blood… un-spilled and unspoiled… yet poured out is this mercychair, my favorite piece of art… and wink at Cherubim who know, who help me remove that judgment seat, to see the law unbroken… no fissured tear, no weakest link, no crack unseen, no rift appears, it is not there… only his fingered font. And I give thanks, without a sound, my speechlessness betrays my need to see the almond authority that rests upon the rotted wood… and Heaven’s bread as freshly baked I discern, empowered now by Joy… I bow and leave the tent to tell the gentiles of a man I love.
Lovedmadlydeeplymuchly…Jt
