"Then the man brought me to the gate facing east, and I saw the glory of the God of Israel coming from the east. His voice was like the roar of rushing waters, and the land was radiant with his glory. The vision I saw was like the vision I had seen when he came to destroy the city and like the visions I had seen by the Kebar River, and I fell facedown. The glory of the Lord entered the temple through the gate facing east. Then the Spirit lifted me up and brought me into the inner court, and the glory of the Lord filled the temple.
While the man was standing beside me, I heard someone speaking to me from inside the temple. He said: “Son of man, this is the place of my throne and the place for the soles of my feet. This is where I will live among the Israelites forever. The people of Israel will never again defilemy holy name—neither they nor their kings—by their prostitution and the funeral offerings for their kings at their death. When they placed their threshold next to my threshold and their doorposts beside my doorposts, with only a wall between me and them, they defiled my holy name by their detestable practices. So I destroyed them in my anger. Now let them put away from me their prostitution and the funeral offerings for their kings, and I will live among them forever." Ezekiel 43:1-9
A few days ago, I was in my favorite resale shop. I started chatting with a lady who said she felt led to set up a meditation table with candles. She wanted to portray paintings and statues of Jesus and Buddha, among other great teachers. I was reminded of this story my husband, Scott, shared with me years ago, which I relayed to the lady.
Scott met a man who had a meditation table set up with candles and paintings or statues of all the great teachers including Jesus. One morning, he went in to meditate and the painting of Jesus was illuminated. He was stunned! Every time he looked up all he could see was the painting of Jesus' face.
I told the lady, "The only One you must worship is Jesus, the One True God." She was very polite, and I can only pray that she follows the tug on her heart to worship only Jesus, the One True and Living God.
Every morning, I must fall facedown in the presence of the Only Living God. Worshiping anyone or anything else is prostitution, according to God's word. I must offer myself as a living sacrifice to Him. He offered Himself as a literal, living sacrifice for me. I must stay in constant communication with Him.
"Thank You, Jesus, for the great opportunity that I have to meet with You every morning in the Holy of holies, Your throne room. I must never take Your presence for granted. I will fall facedown in Your presence. How I love You!"
While the man was standing beside me, I heard someone speaking to me from inside the temple. He said: “Son of man, this is the place of my throne and the place for the soles of my feet. This is where I will live among the Israelites forever. The people of Israel will never again defilemy holy name—neither they nor their kings—by their prostitution and the funeral offerings for their kings at their death. When they placed their threshold next to my threshold and their doorposts beside my doorposts, with only a wall between me and them, they defiled my holy name by their detestable practices. So I destroyed them in my anger. Now let them put away from me their prostitution and the funeral offerings for their kings, and I will live among them forever." Ezekiel 43:1-9
A few days ago, I was in my favorite resale shop. I started chatting with a lady who said she felt led to set up a meditation table with candles. She wanted to portray paintings and statues of Jesus and Buddha, among other great teachers. I was reminded of this story my husband, Scott, shared with me years ago, which I relayed to the lady.
Scott met a man who had a meditation table set up with candles and paintings or statues of all the great teachers including Jesus. One morning, he went in to meditate and the painting of Jesus was illuminated. He was stunned! Every time he looked up all he could see was the painting of Jesus' face.
I told the lady, "The only One you must worship is Jesus, the One True God." She was very polite, and I can only pray that she follows the tug on her heart to worship only Jesus, the One True and Living God.
Every morning, I must fall facedown in the presence of the Only Living God. Worshiping anyone or anything else is prostitution, according to God's word. I must offer myself as a living sacrifice to Him. He offered Himself as a literal, living sacrifice for me. I must stay in constant communication with Him.
"Thank You, Jesus, for the great opportunity that I have to meet with You every morning in the Holy of holies, Your throne room. I must never take Your presence for granted. I will fall facedown in Your presence. How I love You!"
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