“Oh that I were as in months pasts…when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle:”
Is there a different one among you? There—among your Christian friends—is there one whom you sense to have the “secret of God” about her/him? Is there a distinct aura in sight or sound or conversation? You sense a glow, a shimmering, an edge of glory, and you reach—to hold, to define—but elusive is such, and your stretch may be carnal, and exceedingly short.
“They have been with Jesus,” the townspeople shouted when they came among the disciples, for surely when one has been in the physical presence of Jesus, there lingers His fragrance and a sense of His power and supreme authority. An unearthly fire must have simmered in their bones; a lucent quality surely glowed from their faces.
A minister stopped to greet a man as he left the post office. Startled, the man spoke: “May I ask you a question?”
“Certainly,” the minister replied.
“Why is it that when I shake your hand, I feel something extraordinary? What is that I’m feeling?”
I want the secret of God on my tabernacle; I want to meddle there and engage myself. I covet a glowing face, a shimmering in my bones, and that unique aura that comes by having edged close—and ever closer—to Glory.
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