After being reminded my blog was waiting for a post, I pondered last night what to share about this adventure began years ago.
The normal was blown to smithereens as I sought the true meaning of “worship in spirit and truth” and everything became uncharted territory.
Because Holy Spirit had planted the seeds in my heart, I longed deeply to see the desires of the Lord’s heart touched. It seemed that many were in the fields working for His Name to bring Him glory, but few were finding their priestly place to minister to the Lord and find union with Him in the secret place.
I looked at the priesthood.
Ezekiel 44 “They shall enter My sanctuary; they shall come near to My table to minister to Me and keep My charge. 17“It shall be that when they enter at the gates of the inner court, they shall be clothed with linen garments; and wool shall not be on them while they are ministering in the gates of the inner court and in the house. 18“Linen turbans shall be on their heads and linen undergarments shall be on their loins; they shall not gird themselves with anything which makes them sweat.
The priests were given clothing that they could not prepare themselves. We would be clothed by the Spirit of the Lord for serving the heart of the Lord. This could not be done by the flesh or things that were set as a precedent by another.
The newly formed group I began leading was filled with expectancy. We were accustomed to others speaking for us while we remained silent. This meeting was to be different. My first humble instruction was that we wouldn’t do worship as the usual. We would earnestly seek Holy Spirit for His leadership and begin by learning to articulate worship without words written by another. Truly, this was a challenging leap. A few left us, a few nore joined our secret group.
We were in agreement that this was not for intercession or requests but that our hearts would open up vials of love even as Mary opened her spikenard in John 12:3 and poured out on the feet of the Lord.
How painful it was to realize that aside from following songs written by someone else and possibly given a few minutes to sing in our own prayer language, we had little ability to release a flow of love and expression from our own heart and soul. It was time to discover and articulate what had been suppressed in the past.
Deut 6:5 NIV Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.
The soul needs articulation. Even in earth relationships…One doesn’t date or romance another to only read others words aloud to their new beloved. Poetic expression is beautiful, but it would be hard to find a man or woman that didn’t long to hear the real heart of the one that has become their love. So our soul needed liberty to express love as we ministered to the heart of God, seeking His longings.
Psalm 45:1 NIV My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
Psalms 45:1 became a prayer that our tongue would be skillful with the leadership of the Spirit and express richly the depths of Love that would match the desires of the heart of God.
As truly awkward as our first steps began, our acknowledgement of dependency on Holy Spirit was always met by His leadership. We spent hours exploring together. Following our heart that each of us be free to express sweet quiet private words, kisses and whispers as well as following Holy Spirit in songs of tones, notes, singing in our language He gave us.
Oh truly, we lept into singing in tongues. After all, we were familiar with that. We discovered though, that the longer we sang, the more in tune we became, but it wasn’t by ear, but by tuning for the amount of time that was needful to set aside the matters of the family, matters of our day, week, and things we had on our mind. We had precious liberty to spend time tuning to Holy Spirit’s leading, even if the tuning took 20 minutes of warm-up as we began like a newly formed orchestra.
Changed forever. No writing would do justice to share how the moment we bowed our hearts to join together, Father swept us up in His arms. Oh, how fun it would be to sneak up on Him, but He was waiting.
Something new is ahead, something more. So many believers have walked through years of transition. Something is on the horizon for bodies of believers that will join in corporate ministry to the Lord.
Right now my heart is swirling with memories and longings for what is ahead for us all.
Something inside homes, something inside buildings of larger gatherings. Something that causes us to spill out onto streets as radiant beings…because we’ve found our place in the presence of God as our first place.