Tabernacle Prayer: Entering the Holy of Holies
By: Lin Jane Kosinksi Maynard
Holy Spirit descended on our small tribe Monday evening. The Ruach of His wind and the hot Fire of His desire were felt. It was as if we were as a group touched and released as a unit and then alone. There was a component of each of us getting a portion of a perspective that the Lord wanted us to carry. Declaration and praise exalted the King of Kings and song of Fire igniting what which was within us already. I want you to hear that...what (who)was already within us who was already in us, not something from our periphery was noted as a power that made us stand up and listen what the Lord is saying to the church.
For me personally I went to sit in the front pews not removing myself from the epicenter of worship. But I had certain way I knew the Lord wanted me there. It was less than a minute the magnitude and the fire and the momentous energy of the Lord erupted within me. I shook as if an earthquake settled within me. In my mortal body I did all it could to sustain this power. I held my hands up straight and with open palms asked that the Light of the Light would penetrate my whole body and that it did...at times I could not be sure I could maintain this, and yet within me I knew I was having deposited pure power and life, and I had to make an effort to because God made me strong when I was weak. If from afar or even in days ahead I would have thought this visitation would have within a mandate to go out and preach the gospel and heal the sick and raise the dead. I would have said “Yep let’s get going.” but my experience was the opposite. I was left weaker instead of stronger, humble instead of shouting... holding the sword of battle but not having clear vision of my target. I able to see the fraudulence that I faced now as I saw the Lord face-to-face.
I said the words: “He is mighty”, and “King of Kings” and “Lord of Lords” But that night He showed up within a way not ever seen by me and what I saw had such clarity. I was laid low in comparison to His power. I was humbled to see with a crystal clear eyesight the Pride lived in my soul and how I would with these truths He was showing me about my soul. Simultaneously I would have thought I declared my humbleness, and all of a sudden all the declarations and decrees sounded like cliches and Christianese that fell to the ground. The letters of my opinions and sentences no longer made sense and no words formed a coherent thought...the thing that got burned into my soul was I can shout loud and with bravado and assuredness that “I WILL withstand evil!” and “I was ready for anything”.
What I was declaring this night was a shout of a different kind, asking the Lord to help me stay low and sobbing as the fear of the walls of safety I hid behind were falling and exposing me...and seeing again while saying these things with such assurance “I will go anywhere” and “do anything”. Truth prevailed to show me the Truth. The realization broke something in me. I was left sobbing with anguish for forgiveness. I knew to not promise any of the promises I made before. But with a confidant quiet voice declaring “I will stand and go”. I picture moments that will unashamedly declare the gospel with no thought of the flimsy promises I have made in the past. I am not sure I can understand though. Something in me shifted and was a holier experience that I never had had. It was intense and yes, painful. The lower I went in admitting what the Lord was showing what was really in my time of flowing with the Lord became an experience that brought me down low.....to bring me up high!
