Morning light slips quietly through the blinds of my bedroom. It gently encourages me to rise from my cozy place beneath the down feathers, to fight the gravity to which I have succumbed to in the night, and step into the day.
The bright morning star floods our room with golden streams that lights my way. Reaching for my house coat, I stagger with morning eyes to the couch to read His Word.
Ezekiel 44:2 “The LORD said to me, “This gate shall be shut; it shall not be opened, and no one shall enter by it, for the LORD God of Israel has entered by it; therefore it shall be shut.”
Leaning back my head in thought, my mind returns to several years before, when I was in Israel and I stood by the gate that faces east. The one that is closed for no one to enter, and no one to exit. It was not as impressive as thought I would be.
What I was told, is the Eastern Gate.
Graves on the Mount of Olive
Graves on the Mount of Olive.
I saw Metal doors, painted green, facing east to the Mount of Olives, and the view to the Mount of Olives is a graveyard.
Those opposed to the return of Christ, thought putting a graveyard between the Mount of Olive and the Eastern Gate would keep any good Jew walking through this area. For no Holy man of God, or any good Jew would ever walk through a graveyard then enter the temple – defiled. Those who placed graves knew the prophecy, and thought they could out think the One who knew all things before the foundation of the earth.
I remember seeing the graves that were to keep back the one who has conquered death, and thinking, “those grave are going to bust right open and those who are His will rise and those who are not will roll over to hide.
No dead can block His way
No grave can defile His Holiness
No gravity can hold Him down
No principalities can slow His divine schedule
No door can stay lock when the King says voice, “OPEN!”
He needs no light to find the way, for He Is the LIGHT!
HE IS THE WAY!
Though the place He has chosen to return is less impressive that I had once envisioned, I know that it will be the return that will be beautiful and glorious. Even the beauty of my view of the sunrise will pale in comparison to His glory!
I look at the pink and purple of the early morning sky, and wait with anticipation for His return.
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