The Holy of Holies. The innermost sanctuary. The place no one has a right to enter. The place where the "sh'kinah", the resplendence of God's presence is manifested. The Creator's own Visitation in awe-ful majesty, fatal to all who dare to intrude unbidden.
The Temple is gone.
Yet you are here.
And the Spirit has descended on His people.
The Holy of Holies is in you. It always was. God's place of Visitation was always the heart of Man and no temple built by human hands.
NONE are bidden there, but you. And ONE meets you there, alone.
MANY are scrambling desperately to own that place, to claim Creatorhood, to hang their banners there and call it their glory. But they can't get in. Not really. Not ever.
They can deceive you into thinking they have, that's all.
And intimidate you into jumping through hoops to prove it.
Don't ever fall for it.
The Holy of Holies is sacrosanct. It belongs to two alone: to you by gift, to God by right.
Live from that place. Refuse every circus-master, scorn all the hoops, despise every script, whatever doesn't issue from the Holy of Holies.
No mob rules there. Mercy and compassion rule there, but on no one's terms but His.
Yours is the FREEDOM to learn it there. "And they will be taught by God...."
You are free: to weep, to laugh, to speak, to say nothing, to act, to refrain, to join, to withdraw, to affirm, to deny, to embrace, to reject...you are free.
And not free at all.
You are bound to attend, in the Holy of Holies, and be true to what meets you there. Your captivity there ("To whom else would we go?") is life and truth.
There is no other freedom.
"Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say, rejoice!"
