An angel, who
said his name is Mahalah, appeared to Robbie and showed her a dance and
gave her a song as we worshiped. Afterward we looked up the name and "Mahalah"
means "a company of dancers". How appropriate. What a blessing to have
the angels attending our times of refreshing.
in 5:00pm prayer, I sensed myself moving through an entrance of softness
but of a form like a gate with double swinging doors. As I stepped
across the threshold the last thing I heard Pastor Sharon say was something
about going through the gate. I was aware that I had stepped into
an infinite space without actual floor, ceiling or walls and it was light
but not blinding. I felt as though some weight had left me and my
body felt very light.
As I stood there
I felt the shoulder of another person touch my left shoulder, then looking
to my right I saw another
me, then I became aware of others in front and back of me, people from
every tribe and every nation and
The atmosphere was filled with the silence of peacefulness and at the same
time the air was crashing with rejoicing as every eye focused on the throne
of God which was before me.
The throne was
large and lifted up and yet close enough to approach and touch. It
was transparent to look upon,
its brightness. The area around it seemed misty white, softness seemed
to be everywhere. The light that came out from the throne was tremendous
and overwhelming and yet the light did not hurt my eyes.
As the throne
of God came into my focus, I saw a Man who was a Lamb stand up and gather
all the people to Himself.
All the people
worshiped Him. The worship was loud and yet every word could be heard
like a whisper heard in a silent room. I could understand every word
spoken and sung, and I wondered how all of the people could worship Him
at once in the same language. I heard Jesus say that all the people
worshiped Him with a language that was spoken in heaven that all could
understand even though they came from different language groups on earth.
I could hear the language as we all sang, "worthy, worthy, worthy is the
Lamb". And the sound of it was a melody I had not heard before on
earth. Everyone there was in perfect harmony and symphony.
I was amazed at how comfortable I felt as I spoke the language along with
everyone else and understood everyone else speaking it, too.
the people bowed down before the Man who was a Lamb, who was Jesus.
How could a man be a lamb, I heard myself say. I saw the Man and
Lamb as one and yet each was distinctive. Jesus opened my understanding
to see how He, the Man became the Lamb slain from the foundation of the
world. The Father's plan of the blood sacrifice to wash away the
need for any more blood shed for sin was through His beloved Son and only
could be through Him. The Son of God would be the Son of Man who
would be the Lamb Slain forever.
Loudly all the
people cried "Worthy is the Lamb!" I began to weep and to quiver
from the sheer amazement of His
beauty as I
gazed upon the Man who was the Lamb. His countenance was warm, casual
and inviting but at the same
time He was
regal, holy, light shining brightly and awesome beyond earthly description.
I saw Him as never before and
presence and companionship deeper and more touchable than every before.
It seemed endless and yet with a completeness to it.
Then I realized
the Man who was the Lamb, Jesus, was not seated at the right hand of the
Father, although there was a
place on the
right side of the Father's throne which also seemed to be part of the Father's
seat. Separate and yet
Then I realized
that when Jesus had stood up as He gathered the people, He had not stood
up from the right hand seat of God, He had stood up from the very lap of
God. Jesus had been sitting on His Father's lap. And in one
instant I understood that was why I could sit on the Father's lap and call
him "Abba"-- because Jesus did the same. Again, tears and quivers
raced over me as I drew to the Father and sat upon His lap along side Jesus
and yet as one with both of them. Again this seemed endless in time
and yet there was a fullness of time to it.
That is when
I became aware that I was bowed down on the floor as I slowly regained
awareness of the room in which
we were praying
and the sound of the keyboard playing and the voices praying around me.
As the throne room of God
receded, I heard
the Father and Jesus said to me together, "You can come here as often
as you want" - Robbie