I went to Mark Center a week or so ago, the organization had
set up rooms in their lodge to be open to the public, small stages set up to encourage
intimacy with what is known about God. I
had heard about the beauty of this place and I was interested about what I
would find there…I viewed the rooms, they were set up in a way of softness,
quiet, intimate. Intimate with God, He
was there in spirit, mingling with the saints that gathered one or two at a
time in the candle lit rooms. I enjoyed
all the moments, taking in the emotion, the plethora of senses arranged there; scents,
sounds, sight, touch…all corresponding with words, words on pages placed in
measured spaces as if stepping stones to your soul. The words themselves were meaningful alone or
strung together, meant to be pondered and held, like pearls on a string; enticing
thoughts of reflection and relationship…mostly with God but also in our
circumstances. With each footfall
through the rooms, up staircases, around corners, through doors, it was thought
provoking and it was all heart felt.
There were six rooms, the last one, fully lit, calling out
to God…thank-you. Words of thankfulness posted
to the large windows, handwritten on small squares of paper, fifty, a hundred,
more…thanking God for insight, peace, family, love, confirmation…words written
with heart and soul, words touched with grace.
If you didn’t go, I wish you could have been there.
As if that wasn’t enough there was more, an opportunity to
be spoken over, to be prayed for; prophets with words from God, to you and to
me. This was what I was waiting for, a friend
of mine went last year, he had been blessed and humbled, encouraged and confirmed…I
wanted that, I needed that.
Prophets; people gifted with words from God, not foretelling
the future but simply repeating words that God has given them about people, His
friends in their midst. I was anxious
about the words God knew about me, what they would be…words of rebuke, words of
loss, of change, of getting better…perhaps words of generalities, words that could be
said for any one of you, simple, plain, black and white? Or, would they be
words of meaning, words that I understood, words that only I would know…words
of confirmation.
Words that He knows me…that’s what I wanted to hear, that is
what I needed to hear. I was not disappointed, the words told to me were so personal, I cried...truly, truly, I was humbled and blessed, encouraged and confirmed…I am known.
Such an amazing gift to receive this Christmas.
I love that.
