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SEEING THE LIGHT

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ANY of the heavenly visitations Christians are experiencing today propel them into blinding light. Many times I think I will surely be sizzled to cinders in the blaze of such light, but happily, I survive. Two days ago I saw before me a red-hot ball of light. This was a real-time vision, like a picture on the wall. I thought I was looking directly into the sun, which is not good for the eyes, and I automatical-ly blinked and turned my head. But I was indoors and it was evening.

I turned and looked directly at the light and it was fiery like the sun, a great globe of a sun. I stared at it until tears fell from my burning eyes.

The Word of God often speaks of God’s Presence as a fire. First Thessalonians 5:19 tells us not to put out the Spirit’s fire. John on Patmos described the eyes of God as blazing fire (see Rev. 1:14). There is a heat to the Presence of the Holy Spirit. His holy heat prepares our hearts and minds to hear His voice. In the fire of this heat I become very still. I become still, breathlessly still, in order hear His voice. I wait for Him to speak, and it’s in the quiet chambers of my human spirit He speaks. I’ve never heard an audible blast of a bass baritone call from the clouds: “Hello, it’s Me, God!”

The Presence of God lives in me as I press into Him, hungry for intimacy with Him. Not only is He within me by His Holy Spirit, His Presence surrounds me. I can hear His beautiful voice in the stillness.

The Lord manifests a measure of His glory to me as I wait and expect His Presence to fill and surround me. Wonder of wonders, I can

experience a measure of His Glory! I am not imagining things. The fiery light of His Presence fills every molecule around me. It’s real.

He’s real. Not only does He possess my heart, soul, and mind, but He possesses the very air I breathe.

“For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea,” (Hab. 2:14). The glory of God fills Heaven.

In Revelation 21, the description of the eternal city of God is a city of great glory, a place of such transcendent splendor that we can’t begin to imagine it with our human minds. Sometimes when I hike upon the mountains on my prayer hikes I am completely blown away by the beauty around me. At such times I tell the Lord, “I have never even imagined such beauty as what you’re sharing with me in these moun-tains!” Then I realize if I haven’t imagined earthly beauty, how much more incredible and unimaginable is heaven’s beauty? Here is the thing He wants us to know: Heaven and the City of Glory are His dwelling place. The beauty of Heaven is God Himself.

HEAVEN LIVES INSIDE THE CHRISTIAN

Heaven is also within me. The Presence of God lives in me as I press into Him, hungry for intimacy with the Creator of All There Is. It’s unlike any other relationship in life.

The God-empowered life is completely supernatural—and then His power and Presence generate within and become completely natural.

In other words, living completely surrendered to His Spirit is our norm.

All else is unnatural.

Heaven on earth is knowing God, loving God, allowing Him to shine within us, and experiencing His power and Presence in all we think and do. Supernatural signs and wonders that we cannot ever pro-duce in our own ability will follow. The apostle Paul admonished us to be imitators of God as dear children, to walk in love and as children of light. (See Ephesians 5:1,8.) How beautiful! Our citizenship and per-sonhood belong to Heaven (see Phil. 3:20), and this Heaven is not just in the sweet by-and-by; it’s here now. Heaven lives in us.

MEETING AN ANGEL

I was on my prayer walk with the Lord in the woods one drizzly afternoon in autumn and He said to me that He had someone He wanted me to meet. I knew in my spirit He meant He wanted me to meet one of His angels. I was intimidated by this idea and with my old skepticism coming to the fore, I looked for a biblical reference for this.

Are we allowed to talk with angels?

The only angels I ever had addressed were demons. (We certainly do talk to demons, don’t we? We’re always exposing and howling away at bad spirits—why, then, can’t we carry on a civil conversation with the beautiful angels of God who are on our side?) I wanted to know if it was biblically permissible for angels to talk to us. This was all new to me. I talked to Jesus all the time, sure, but angels? I thought of the angels who appeared to Mary, Joseph, Daniel, Abraham, Jacob, John, and Jesus Himself. I remembered the angel who came to Paul and Silas in prison and told them to get up and make a fast exit. I thought of Peter’s angel who unlocked his chains in prison. I thought of John on Patmos, as the angels talked to him and gave him the Book of the Revelation. I thought of Joshua, Daniel, and Zechariah. The list went on.

For every cosmic event, angels have always been there. How about the miraculous event when God came to earth as a man? At Jesus’ birth, the angels were there. How about when He was tempted in the wilder-ness? His angels were there. How about during His earthly ministry?

The angels were there. How about in the Garden of Gesthemene? The angels were there. How about at His death, burial, and resurrection?

The angels were there. And did it not begin with the archangel Gabriel appearing to and talking with a peasant girl from Galilee named Mary?

Throughout the Bible God’s angels made themselves known to God’s people, revealing to them the very things God wanted them to know. Supernatural visions, revelations, and angelic manifestations are foundation stones upon which the Church was established and upon which it stands.¹

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“The true church only continues to exist today because supernatu-ral manifestations just like these [of today] were a natusupernatu-ral part of its life from its very beginning and indeed were the reason for its vigorous growth.”²

Then it hit me. I remembered the verse, “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels…” (1 Cor. 13:1). How could I speak with the tongues of angels if I had no idea how they spoke? Chuckling at my reasoning, I repeated Paul’s words: “Though I speak with the tongues of angels…” as if this were something ordinary, just as speaking a human language is ordinary. I know how to speak human languages because I live in a world of humans. Was it possible that I could learn to speak the language of angels because I also live in a spiritual world?

These are the things I pondered that drizzly autumn afternoon in the woods long ago while walking with Jesus. Then He said to me,

“Marie, look ahead.” I looked and before me stood a tall, handsome creature dressed in white. He was lovely, not in the same way we think of as being physically lovely—his being was lovely. That is to say, his presence, his essence were lovely. His face had the kindest expression, and I instantly felt at peace. I felt a sense of confidence, a warm, good feeling of OKness. The first words out of my mouth were, “Oh, you’re so kind….”

He answered immediately and said, “Because He is kind.”

He said he exists to do the Lord’s will and that I must do the same.

He said he is kind as I must be kind because the Lord is kind. The Lord is merciful and I must be as well, he said. He said we are to be like the Lord. Even though his words were not earth-shaking or new to my ears, I found them to be utterly revelatory. It was much better than hearing Handel’s Messiah for the first time.

I asked the Lord if I could ask questions of the angel. He said,

“You’ve been asking Me for wisdom, and wisdom asks questions. Go ahead. Ask.”

The angel told me we are co-workers. He told me we were a team to glorify the Lord. I asked him how we could be a team to glorify the Lord.

He said, “Know God and love God.” He said that we humans are called to live this life unto the Lord and bring Him glory in this realm as well as the heavenly realm, on earth as it is in heaven, until the day we are finished here.

At that time in my spiritual walk I was operating in “flesh alert.” By

“flesh alert” I mean I questioned spiritual phenomena. I “tested the spirits.” I asked, “Is this of the Lord?” “Is this Bible-tested?” “Am I in the flesh or in the spirit?” “Am I just imagining things?” Most of the teach-ing I had received was in the form of warnteach-ings to be very leery of any-thing outside the norm. It was OK to speak in tongues and prophesy, but uh-oh, Missy, what’s this about angels and heavenly visitations? Have I gone and dropped off the deep end?

For three years I walked in Heaven’s courts, traveled with the angel-ic host, spending days and months with Jesus personally, wrapped up in the Holy Spirit’s Presence and the Father’s love without human guid-ance. I knew nothing of a “church movement,” other than what God told me in private. (I knew about global revival because the Holy Spirit showed me before I personally experienced any of the great move of God to the nations today.) It’s so thrilling to me now to hear of others’

experiences, even those experiences of a hundred years ago, which are exactly like what the Lord has shown me and my own experiences with Him in the heavenly realm.

That blessed afternoon, while meeting my personal angel (Scripture doesn’t use the expression “guardian angel”), I was stunned out of my wits. I never even dreamed of such a thing. Meeting my personal angel?

Excuse me? I’m an educated person. I’m supposed to be somewhat rational.

God’s angel told me he had been with me since birth. God’s angel explained to me that he had been assigned to me for life. God’s angel told me he is a warrior. He said all angels are warriors. He said he appeared to me in a human-like form because I could understand and

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relate to the human form. He said that angels take on many forms in the spirit, as does the Lord Himself. (The Lord is a lion, a lamb, etc.) He said I must always speak in the name of Jesus in the spirit realm.

I told him that I figured there must be a lot fewer demons around since the time of the Fall, because we’ve been casting them out and sending them into outer darkness for these thousands of years. I said,

“You’d think we would have had the demonic forces pretty well cleaned up by now,” and I laughed, thinking I was making a joke. But angels don’t joke about demons. (They conquer them, as we’re sup-posed to do.)

Then, as we were talking, we were at once no longer in the woods and it was no longer a drizzly autumn afternoon. I felt myself being lift-ed up, up, up, and then we were up in the heavenlies, far above the earth realm and I was standing before an enormous brass double door.

I stood there staring at the door. Just staring at it.

The angel said, “Open the door.” And I did.

The huge doors swung apart, revealing before us countless angelic beings dressed in white and singing praises to God. Their faces shone as they sang. They weren’t of any particular race or color and seemed to be all races and colors put together. I started to sing along with them, but the sound of my human voice was harsh compared to theirs.

Then the angel showed me another huge brass double door, which opened without my touching it and I saw countless angelic beings play-ing instruments as part of a monumental orchestra. I didn’t recognize the instruments and the music was strange to my ears, but sweet enough to eat.

Door upon door opened and I saw millions of angels engaged in various tasks from building enormous machines in a glorious, factory-like atmosphere to sewing banners.

One door opened and I saw a long, golden room. Along its walls were flecks of sparkling colors. The room was gyrating with the force of a powerful tornado-like wind roaring up and down the walls, the

ceiling, and the floor. The Lord told me this was the room of answered prayer.

The sky then was filled with angels who shone as brightly as mil-lions of white, blinding suns.

To say I was flabbergasted is an understatement. I asked the Lord Jesus why I was allowed to open the doors and see into the heavenly realm and watch His angels at work. Me, of all people. Why was I per-mitted to talk personally with my private angel? Who was I, after all, to deserve such an honor?

“Why are you giving me this great honor, Lord?”

He answered simply, “Because I want to.”

I fell to my knees. He didn’t give me a lofty mandate.

He said simply, “Because I want to.”

ANGELS IN PRAISE AND WORSHIP

And I looked and heard the voice of many angels, around the throne and the living creatures and the elders; and the number of them was myriads of myriads, and thousands of thousands, saying with a loud voice, “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and rich-es and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blrich-essing.” And every created thing which is in heaven and on the earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all things in them, I heard saying, “To Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, be blessing and honor and glory and dominion forever and ever.” And the four living crea-tures kept saying, “Amen.” And the elders fell down and worshiped (Revelation 5:11-14 NAS).

Worship and praise are the language and essence of Heaven. When we worship and praise the Lord, whether corporately in a great hall or alone in our room, we can be assured there are angels singing right along with us. The angel told John on Patmos, “I am your fellow servant among your brethren the prophets, and of those who are mindful and practice

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the truths contained in the messages of this book. Worship God!” (Rev. 22:9 AMP).

Whenever I am lifted into the Presence of the heavenly host or even sense the angels surrounding us in our earthly realm, I can’t help but praise the Lord. I just begin carrying on and praising Him. I especially love walking in the woods at night because there I can praise the Lord as loudly as I want to, and I can dance and pray with nobody around except the wind, the shadows, and the trees. I can hear the angels singing in the marvel of an empty sky and I see their faces and their uplifted arms as clear as day. I am part of a monumental choir. I am part of a universal dance concert. I am joined with Heaven and every created being who has ever cried out, “Holy is the Lamb!”

EXPLOSIONS OF LIGHT IN THE SKY

I drive to the dried-up lagoon and head into the brush in the dark.

I walk along under the nighttime sky and praise the Lord full blast.

What could be more exhilarating? I am alone out here in the wild, without a single heron or duck on the baked mud of the abandoned lagoon. As I praise the Lord, I feel a strangeness in the air. A quarter moon leans out of a starless sky like an anorexic banana. I can hear the traffic of the distant freeway and I can see the muted lights of the hous-es on the far canyon ridge ahead. I call on the angelic host and praise the Lord some more. The air around me is thick and still; not a breeze stirs. No stars above. No movement in the bulrushes. No hum of insects or twitter of night birds. I walk along singing, loudly and stridently, but then as I walk deeper into the thicket, my voice becomes soft. “I wor-ship you, my King. I worwor-ship You, my King! Ohhhh, yesss…I doo…I dooo.”

I come to a standstill and listen. It is so quiet I can hear my hair growing (just kidding). It is so quiet it is as though the lagoon is hold-ing its breath. I stand there listenhold-ing and waithold-ing because I know how the Lord loves to spring surprises on a person. I stand there alone out in the middle of the dried lagoon with darkness and silence around me, when all at once I lift my eyes and see the sky magically light up with

millions of twinkling lights. It is so spectacular I immediately flip on the “flesh alarm” for an explanation of the spectacle before my eyes. My first thought is that clouds have moved and stars have simply poked out of the overcast night. Or perhaps it could be explained that I was seeing reflections of the city in the sky. (I was in the country.)

But no, above me is an explosion of sparkling lights with no earth-ly explanation for their appearance.

I am seeing the sparkling presence of angels, of heavenly beings. I had entered inside the heart of their presence and had become one with their song.

At that instant the Lord Jesus appears and sweeps me up in His arms. He twirls me around and, as He does so, I feel the chaos of the universe. I feel cold and heat. I feel space and time. I feel matter and energy in the swirl of His embrace. I hold on to the folds of His sleeves.

He whispers that we must appropriate the power of His name. He tells me we have far more authority over far more than we realize. He tells me that angels don’t stop speeding trains by holding up their hands.

They take authority over molecules, energy, atoms, and matter—all in His name. Angels perform miracles on our behalf in His name. We also have this authority in His name. We are to counteract the powers and principalities described in Ephesians 6 in His name. We are not to be victims. The anointing is ours as His sons and daughters. We have

They take authority over molecules, energy, atoms, and matter—all in His name. Angels perform miracles on our behalf in His name. We also have this authority in His name. We are to counteract the powers and principalities described in Ephesians 6 in His name. We are not to be victims. The anointing is ours as His sons and daughters. We have

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