Little White Church
If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.
I was in heaven last night, and when I got to the upper room, Jesus took me through a door on the left that I had not been through before. There was a long hall with benches in the middle and artwork on the walls on either side of the gallery. We sat on the bench next to each other looking at an enormous blank canvas.
Jesus looked at the canvas and then looked at me and said, “What do you see?” I looked at him and said, “A blank canvas with a frame around it. Jesus said, “Look again, sweetheart.” I turned back to the canvas and stared for a while and then I saw rolling hills and the horizon filled with white light.
Jesus smiled at me and said, “Yes that is beautiful.”
It crossed my mind that even though I am overwhelmed by Jesus’ presence and so in love and filled with love when I am with him, that I can now sit and have a conversation with Jesus and not feel like a babbling idiot. A wave of panic came over me that Jesus might think I am arrogant. I turned my head slightly towards him, and he gazed at me with a slight smirk of pleasure on his face and then looked back at the canvas and asked me what else I saw. My body began to tingle, and I felt that excitement that one gets when in the presence of someone they are in love with and slightly nervous around.
I took a deep breath and looked back at the canvas and said,
“There’s a red silo with a white cap on it next to a red barn at the top left corner with a white farmhouse next to it. The farmhouse has a deep porch across the front that wraps around the right side with a pond off to the right.” I turned to look at Jesus to see if he was seeing the same thing that I was seeing, but he just smiled at me and said, “What else do you see?”
I turned back to the canvas and saw a small white church in the valley below at the center of the canvas and beyond that was a town full of shops, restaurants, gas stations, a central park with picnic areas, baseball fields, and play areas. There were schools and football fields and parking for buses. I started to wonder what color the rolling hills were and what crops the farmer was growing. Jesus put his hand on my back and started rubbing it and said, “That’s enough for now.” I drifted back off to sleep.
At 3 am this morning Jesus woke me, and I went back to the upper room in my mind. We went back through the door to the left where the art gallery is and sat on the bench looking at the same piece of art that we worked on yesterday. Today the bench seemed twice as wide.
Jesus asked me to describe what I saw, and I told him all the things from yesterday – the rolling hills, the big red barn and silo with the white farmhouse and big pond. I noticed that there was now a bridge over the pond and a big oak tree on the other side of the pond with a tree house. Jesus looked at me and smiled, and at that, he scooched back on the bench and motioned for me to come to sit right in front of him. I got up and moved as requested. Jesus had a leg on either side of me, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head into mine on the right side. My stomach flipped over, and my body began to tingle as I felt his radiance coursing through my body.
Jesus whispered in my right ear,
“My love, what else do you see that was not there yesterday?” I looked down toward the valley and saw that the little white church had a graveyard to the left. All of the graves had stones on them. They were filled in with dirt. The grass was beginning to grow except for two or three.” Jesus said, “Yes that is correct. All your earthly attachments and the chains that were keeping you from me we buried in those graves. There are just a few remaining to break and bury.”
Jesus hugged me tightly, and I leaned back into him resting in the safety of his grasp on me.
As I looked back up at the canvas, I saw a small pond of water next to the little church. A stream of water flows down from the large pond next to the big red barn up above. The stream rolls gently through the little hills and valleys and fills the pond next to the little white church. As I drifted back to sleep, I saw a vision of a finger touching the top of the little church. It filled it with the radiant white light that fills the sky on the canvas. I took a deep breath and drifted back to sleep knowing Jesus is fixing me; I am safe and not alone.
Last night at 3 am, Jesus awoke me once again, and I went to the upper room in my mind. We entered the art gallery and sat on the bench looking at the artwork we started a few days ago. Jesus sat next to me today with his hand gently resting on mine. He said, “Tell me about your house in the picture.”
Stirred by the softness of his touch, I took a deep breath and then looked up at the canvas. I said to Jesus, “My house is a small white farmhouse, with a graveyard next to it. Slightly to the left behind the graveyard sits a small white church with a tall steeple. The steeple is lit up. The porch of the house wraps around to the left and overlooks a swimming pool and hot tub. There is an open field with a large oak tree behind the house. And there is a small red barn with some horses, a field, and a little garden.”
I looked at Jesus and said,
“The pond next to the big white house on the top of the mountain feed’s the little pond next to my church. But where does the big pond on the mountain get the water?” Jesus smiled and said, “I am the big pond on the mountain. That pond begins with me as does everything.” I thought for a minute and then moved on. Looking back at the graveyard next to my white church, I asked Jesus, “when will we fill in those remaining graves and throw dirt on them?”
Jesus kept looking forward at the art and said, “we have already started filling in those remaining gravesites. And we are working on finishing up so we can cover them with dirt and plant some grass. I looked up at him and smiled. Jesus shifted his eyes to the left to glance at me without turning his head entirely towards me. I could see the corners of his mouth starting to turn up. He was beginning to smile with joy at my progress. Well, our growth. I drifted back to sleep.
Delight yourself in the Lord,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
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