It was a seemingly normal winter night, as I pulled the covers up around my neck loving the comforting warmth of the bed and the chill of the air on my face. The clock had just struck midnight, when I noticed that my bedroom walls had suddenly changed, they were gone!
There before my eyes was as if a movie was playing out. A soft beckoning voice began calling to me, "Come, enter My presence, and I will show you My glory!"
Frozen in time I beheld the beautiful panorama as it took me from one scene to another.
Multitudes of fully clothed people were lined up to enter an open shower like maybe you would find at a beach. It was my turn to stand in the shower but as those before me I received only a slight spray upon my face. It was warm and refreshing and brought goose-bumps to my skin like a plucked chicken. Upon exiting however, the sensation left as quickly as it had come. A man, like an angel standing off to the side spoke to me, "It wasn't enough was it?"
Shaking my head from side to side in agreement he spoke further, "have you tried the old country church down the road over there?" He then vanished and I there stood alone pinning his words.
I suddenly found myself standing in front of that old country church pondering whether to go in when another man passing by said, "Thinking about going in?" I nodded, and he continued, "Awh, there ain't nothing in that old place, no one goes in there anymore. Been in there myself many times, it's a waste of time."
Not being one to conform to others advice I walked passed the squeaky doors into a cobwebbed ancient chapel. Kneeling at the dusty altar I began to earnestly call out to God about why the old chapel was so deserted and the shower had not been a lasting emotion.
The chapel suddenly began to glow in the far corner near the altar. It appeared that there was a trap door in the wall and the bright light was emminating from there. I pried open the door and a brilliant light illuminated the whole chapel. The crawl space looked too small for me to squeeze through but being determined I found myself in a tiny room of blinding light.
The glory of the Lord paralyzed me to a prostate position where I was afraid to even move. The prophet Daniel said it like this, "I fell on my face as if I were a dead man."
From the light, the voice of Jesus my Lord spoke this, "What you felt in the shower was what most Christians feel every Sunday morning. They only get a sample. What you feel here is the fullness I have for all that will press in to seek me. This old country church knew me well, but only a few care enough to enter in anymore. Only a few will put forth the effort to press through to enter My glory chamber. They used to call it "praying through" but most only want to tell me their problems and care little about pressing in to receive my glory. Thou art blessed of my children, now go and tell them what I have shown you!"
It took me several minutes to collect myself and move. I crawled back through the trap door, entered the chapel and out onto to road.
Heralding every passer-by I proclaimed to them what Jesus had shown me. Preaching to each that there was so much more than knew if they would only press in to His glory. Most scoffed at me and discounted my story as if a lunatic or an old geezer.
From that day to this, I have not ceased to tell all who would listen, "Jesus is calling us today to pray through to enter His glory, just as the saints of old did in that old country church.
When I was a very young child living in the country with my great Aunt and Uncle, we attended "That Old Country Church". There has been nothing like it sense, the collective unity of the faithful saints to press through. Thank you for feeding my soul and inspiring that memory in me. The Lord Bless you Wendell.