Putting on Christ

Sunday, November 22, 2015, vision received during worship while praying for my wife

During worship, I was praying for my wife, Sherry, responding to the tenderness of God’s love for her as I held her hand and listened. After a few minutes, I saw myself walking toward a building that grew larger and larger as I approached. It was very dark, so I couldn’t see clearly, but as I neared the front wall, I saw that I was facing a huge doorway rising high above my head.

I was carrying Sherry in my hands, cradling her as I walked through the doorway and entered a massive vaulted room. I looked up as I walked further into the interior and was shocked by how high the ceiling rose above me. It was almost disorienting, making me look down at the floor to make sure I didn’t fall. I continued forward, deeper into the dark interior. It was so dark that I began to wonder if I was going in the right direction. Just as I was about to turn around, I detected a figure ahead of me, silhouetted against the darkness.

I approached the figure and stopped as he turned to face me. He lifted his arms above his head and reached behind me, drawing a thin veil over my head. The veil was cool and soft, and it seemed to melt into me as it covered me completely (Romans 13:14; Galatians 3:26-27). The figure disappeared and I continued to walk forward, surprised at how suddenly light Sherry felt in my arms. The room began to brighten, filling with a soft, golden light that seemed to come from everywhere at once. As I walked forward, the light grew brighter, and I could see the vaulted ceiling with new eyes. It was very beautiful, higher than before yet nearer somehow, as if I had grown in stature as I walked.

Before me was the base of a magnificent throne, brighter than all the light that filled the space around it, and I began to lift Sherry up toward the throne to voice my prayer for her. And as I began to speak, I saw myself from the front and instead of me, I saw the resurrected, glorified Christ. Hair as white as snow, golden girdle, white robes, eyes of fire. The risen Lord, the Lamb of God, stood in my place, speaking on my behalf.

My vision ended and I was again sitting in church, holding Sherry’s hand, but I now knew that my prayer was Christ’s prayer, my words becoming His prayer on my behalf. Christ, the Creator of the universe, Whose words bring what is not into being, was speaking on my behalf. I suddenly realized how small my idea of prayer had been. Prayer is about giving my risen Savior words to speak on my behalf, meaning that those words need to be according to His will. And because His spoken word creates life, my prayer needs to be offered in terms of life. Prayer is not a small thing. It is the believer’s opportunity to take part in creation (Hebrews 7:24-25; Hebrews 4:16; 1 John 2:1).

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