A Certain Place

There is a certain place I frequent to walk arm in arm with our Lord.

At this place the Glory of God shines down and sparkles reflection on the living waters of creation. At this place I witness the light of Jesus echo to God through men.

I approach evidence of burnt offering. I smell the aroma of blood and sacrifice . Obedience to soften the wrath of God.

I look to the left upon views of pain. Frustrated chaos grows. There is no respect for the Maker there.

I look to the right to find the mercy seat of GOD. I approach. I ask for the Son of God to yield his sword and cut to the marrow that separates my goat from my sheep, my evil from my good, my hell from my view of Glory. I ask for the quickened Word to penetrate my being and teach me of Grace and Love.

I then turn from the sight of God and see a tree. A tree that was once crooked, but is now straightened. I weep. I am the tree. I was broken and dead. But, now through trembling, through fire, through the grace and love of Christ I am made straight.

Walking further to the right I see an alter built of stone. A perfect circle. I am glad. I am impressed. But, this alter does not shine the Glory of God. It shines the Glory of men. I am lost once more. I turn away.

The illumination of God has not ceased. Glory remains. The light shines down. In the distance seagulls cry. I recall Christ’s words "If they do not, then these very stones will cry out to me".

I again am made able to see. I am refreshed once more. I walk to the Bema and fall, requesting the mercy that is offered.

I walk anew and am filled with Joy. My heart sings as I leave the Glory, but for a short time, in order to bring many men back to this place.