I guess you’d call it a vision.


What I saw took place beyond the dimension of physical eyes. Amidst the clouds of heaven, One “like a Son of Man” riveted my attention. I could not see Him in His entirety, only His Head, which peered out from the heavenlies with a perspective cutting across time and space.


This One Who had been in the beginning with God, stood with Eyes wide-open, seeing all and knowing all, scanning heaven and earth with just a glance (John 1:2; 2 Chronicles 16:9; Psalm 139:4). All things were open and laid bare to His eyes — eyes which flamed with the brilliance of fire, in purity and light (Hebrews 4:13; Revelation 1:14).


Mesmerized with the radiance of His glory, I realized that He was the exact representation of His Father (Hebrews 1:3). Together, their Light penetrated the expanse, extending like a rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day (Ezekiel 1:27-28). United as One, He spoke and it was accomplished (Psalm 33:9). His Word, like an arrow which is always aimed precisely and accurately on its target, never failed, regardless the purpose (Isaiah 55:11).


Despite my awe-inspired fear, it was His lovingkindness that extended throughout the heavenlies, not His terror. His faithfulness reached into infinity with color and brilliance (Psalm 36:5). The mountains I saw in the distance had been created through His righteousness and the clear waters of bottomless lakes swirled with His limitless plans (Psalm 36:6). His every character trait exploded into reality in this place where His perfection reigned supreme.


Then slowly, as if an unseen camera lens adjusted, my viewpoint panned out to expand my perspective. Breathless, I saw that this Head, Who saw all and knew all, had a body as well (Ephesians 1:22-23). Comprised of ligaments and joints, muscles and sinew, His expansive body filled not only the spiritual dimension, but spanned into my time and space. My eyes scanned His form and I realized He Himself was like Jacob’s ladder, with His feet resting on earth yet His Head reaching into the heavenlies (Genesis 28:12).


My gaze rested upon His feet and shocked into realization that they resembled a mere human’s. Like mine. And like yours. Yes, like those of the whole church, standing in the midst of the earthly while His Head kept His viewpoint of the heavenly.


There the vision ended, but how greatly it continues to influence my prayer.


We, who are many, are one body in Christ (Romans 12:5). He, as our Head, has positioned each of us in His body to stand as watchmen wherever He has placed us (1 Corinthians 12:18). I in my place, and you in yours, our feet know well the trials and temptations of those around us.


But from our stance, we send petitions for resources upward to “Christ, Who is the head…” (Ephesians 4:15 NET). “Truly, truly, I say to you, you shall see the heavens opened and the angels of God ascending and descending on the Son of Man,” “sent out to render service for the sake of those who will inherit salvation” (John 1:51; Hebrews 1:14). “Devote yourselves (then) to prayer” “for everyone who asks receives and he who seeks finds and to him who knocks it shall be opened” (Colossians 4:2; Matthew 7:7).


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glory glory


“Show me Your glory,” I sang.
From the depths of my soul, I craved Him
Or so I assumed.


“Show me Your glory,” I asserted.
And went to religion with pick and shovel as a gold miner
Seeking his fortune.


“Show me Your glory,” I maintained.
Perseveringly. Determined. I exerted to find the interior,
Desiring the depths, diligently digging.


“Show me Your glory,” I labored
With Moses as my guide, I prayed his prayer, yet expected no more than a
Peek of God’s spine from within a cleft.


“Show me Your glory,” I echoed
In the caverns of empty toil and self-motivated deeds.
Flecks of splendor left me parched, lethargic and fatigued.


“Show me Your glory,” I cried,
Groping as a blind man for reason in darkness, going deeper
Without turning to see the Light.


“Show me Your glory,” I gasped
Pressing lips to the dust, I weakened, still, breathless, and quiet.
Diminished. Depleted. Deactivated.


Hush. Hush. Hush.


“Be silent, all flesh before the Lord, for He is aroused from His holy habitation.”




“I’ve shown You My glory,” He breathed
As a soft up-welling swept my very soul breezing away the veil
Allowing me to inhale my first deep draught.


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He wept.
No more are you like Moses with his Adam-life, cowering, hiding, striving
To brief a glimpse of Me.”


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He comforted,
“The day of many ways and many portions terminated when My Son arrived
To pour Light into the darkness of death.”


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He reassured,
“My Spirit now bears witness directly with your spirit, imbedding You with My God-Receptor,
Tuning you into My specific God-frequency.”


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He rejoiced,
“With unveiled face come — stare directly into My Face. No longer cower in the crevice.
Rivet your eyes to brilliance, excellence, and worth.”


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He sang.
“The Kingdom of God is within you, alive, operational, energetic, active, and pulsing
With every beat of your heart.”


“I’ve shown You My glory,” He importuned,
This is My ultimate desire for you and My constant prayer since I groaned it
First in Gethsemane.”


Faith. Faith. Faith.


“A man is not justified by the works of the Law but through faith in Christ Jesus.”




“I’ve seen His glory,” I testify.
Not fully, but in part. At times mirror-dim, at times


“I’ve seen His glory,” I amaze,
Word generated into flesh, yet dwelling among us with luminescent glory,
Full of grace and truth.


“I’ve seen His glory,” I gasp,
Gazing with wide-open eyes at His remarkable countenance, realizing we are transformed into
A faint copy of the One upon Whom we stare.


“I’ve seen His glory,” I contemplate.
Far better than the present, with its trials, hindrances, distractions, diversions,
Entertainment and continued temptations.


“I’ve seen His glory,” I tremble
How precious are Your thoughts toward us, O God!
How vast the sum of them.


“I’ve seen His glory,” I falter.
Radiant enough to uphold with power. Powerful enough to scale with depth.
Deep enough to grant with richness.


“I’ve seen His glory,” I stammer.
Crystal, transparent, flawless, brilliant, incorruptible….indescribable.
Awe-struck and speechless — I stand before Him.


Glory. Glory. And more Glory.


“Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He shall dwell among them, and they shall be His people and God Himself shall be among them. Come and I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb, having the glory of God.”