Prayer Meeting for God’s Authority with a surprise Vision

Last night we had a prayer meeting for the church to lift up her eyes and see the final Authority of God Almighty.

Light and darkness are not in some cosmic battle as we have seen played out in so many books and movies.  Light cancels out darkness!  Where light is darkness cannot remain.

Jesus has defeated sin and death….permanently!  We need to arise as the church and know who our God is.  This He is ALL powerful, holding ALL authority in heaven and on earth.  He is the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords.  He knows the end from the beginning and He wins!!

We prayed through Psalm 91.  We prayed for boldness to come on the church.  For revelation of our place in His eyes, of our protection in His hands, and the glorious, strong, courageous bride that He has invited us to be.

Our evening ended in a unique way.  There was a tender stillness in the room as we began to meditate on what the heart of Jesus must be feeling in the midst of such a dark night.  We began to just tell him how much we love him.  That we see the sacrifice He has made and are so grateful for it.

I was taken into a vision.  I saw Jesus flashing back and forth between two scenes.  In the first He was hanging on the cross.  It was as if He was being crucified all over again.  There were many there, spitting on His wounds, with calloused shouts.  Even in their acts of disdain, is was as if they couldn’t see Him.  They couldn’t see how they were wounding Him afresh.  I looked into His eyes and saw such sadness.  His suffering wasn’t physical, it was His heart that was aching.  He longed for these same ones that were spitting on Him.  These one’s who were so ready to cast him aside and go on laughing and jeering, were the very ones He was hanging there dying for.

Then He flashed into another scene.  He was standing in heaven, on a grassy hill.  I could see people across the river having picnics and talking.  There were trees, and flowers.  It was very peaceful. There was a small gathering of children gathered around Jesus, tugging on his cloak, some hugging His legs, and some dancing around Him.  I stood before Him. Every time I looked into His eyes, the scene of the cross flashed again.  It was as if He was fully existing in both places at once.  The children didn’t seem to notice, but I could see the pain He was going through.  Suddenly, without thinking, I began kissing His scars.  I kissed His side, His palms, His feet.  I kissed his head where the thorns had left their marks.  I was weeping.  I kept kissing Him and whispering, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry they are doing this to You, even still.”

He smiled, and thanked me.  He asked me to stay with Him a bit longer.  I don’t know how long I was there, but when I opened my eyes, everyone had left and I was alone in the room.

“It is impossible for those who have once been enlightened who have tasted the heavenly gift, who have shared in the Holy Spirit, who have tasted the goodness of the word of God and the powers of the coming age, if they fall away to be brought back to repentance because to their loss they are crucifying the Son of God all over again and subjecting him to public disgrace.”  Hebrews 6:4-6