Good Morning On This First Day After Easter Sunday
The search for the peace so desired has been fulfilled!
The wind subsides, the dust abandons its pallor, revealing in the distance prisms of colors, the journey has been long.. now is seen in the distance a green oasis of trees with pools of waters A welcome sight as she walks toward this mirage Coming closer there is a covering fashioned as a tent a strange shelter of cloth
Is this where God could be living? Is this the One she is looking for the One she could not reach?
Quietly drawing near, a sense of holiness fills the air, the door to this tent is covered with a curtain, as she draws it aside a beautiful and solemn sight meets her eyes
A candlestick with seven lamps of gold are scrolled with lilies and leaves, filled with oil for light, both day and night, a table with bread and drink, symbolizing the body and blood of the Lord risen from the dead
A veil of angels embroidered in purple, with threads of gold, fringed with pomegranates of red, she is taken with the sight and wants to go beyond the veil, the one torn in two, while His body was crucified
She is touched “God, did your dear Son really do all this for us?” Past the inner veil in the Holy of Holies, is an arc overlaid with gold, once containing the law of God
The law in the arc is no longer there! For through His death it is now written in our hearts What does all this mean, a shadow of the dwelling place of the One we seek? It is a pattern of the temple residing in heaven!
A story based on the description of the Sanctuary in the Book of Hebrews Chapter 8
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