B V O V
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You slip out of bed, feel your way
through the dark and somewhat
sluggishly settle in to that familiar
place where you "meet with God"
for a few quiet moments before
the sun comes up.
is morning, however, is not the same.
You gently turn the knob, as you've done so
many times before, and open the door for a time of
intimacy with Him. But this time you're met with
a blasting voice that knocks you to your face.
When you fi nally come to your senses, that same
voice—which sounds like the waters of a rushing,
mighty river—beckons you, "Come up!"
Come up...to where? your mind asks.
Suddenly, you're jolted again. Intense, blazing
torches and fl ashes of lightning fi ll the air, followed
by peals of thunder and lingering rumblings.
Visions of kingly men in golden crowns and
science-fi ction-like creatures cause you to blink
your eyes to see if this is all real.
But you know it's real the moment your eyes
settle on the one central fi gure, as described by the
Apostle John:
Clothed with a robe which reached to His feet and
with a girdle of gold about His breast. His head
and His hair were white like white wool, [as white]
as snow, and His eyes [fl ashed] like a fl ame of fi re.
His feet glowed like burnished (bright) bronze as
it is refi ned in a furnace.... And from His mouth
there came forth a sharp two-edged sword, and
PRAYERS
WITH
PUNCH
START WITH
POSITION
Imagine getting up
early one morning
to get away to your
prayer closet.
by Terri Copeland Pearsons
