Linda’s SoCS topic for today is “language.”
It is 2:45 a.m. and I believe God would have me to tell you a story that I have never written and have told only three or four people. It is far to precious to be shared lightly. I’m not sure I can do it. Here goes, with God’s help, I will tell you another ‘Tween God and Me story. It must have been about fifteen years ago. It was during a period when I did not have a “punch the clock” job.
For a period of several months I was going over to my church for prayer several times a week. I would pray an hour then come home. It was a very precious time with the Lord. One day I was reading Isaiah 38 here at home. It is a record of Hezekiah’s illness and prayer. I think I had just experienced a special healing and I was rejoicing in thankfulness. I can’t remember the circumstances for sure. I have written in the margin of my Bible “This scripture to a most amazing, wonderful, experience in the Sanctuary…” I remember intentionally being quite vague in my reference. I could not write what the experience was.
That day I decided I was going to go for prayer as usual, but I wasn’t going to ask God for anything. I was going to read to him this scripture, then I planned to talk about it and spend my hour thanking him and singing to him.
I entered the sanctuary through the back door carrying my Bible. The lights were dim, but I decided the look up the scripture in the Bible there in the back. I turned my back to the front of the sanctuary finding my scripture getting ready to go read it to the Lord. Suddenly it struck me as funny that I would be turning my back on the Lord intending to surprise him by my intention to read to him. (Here I cry even tonight.) I said in my mind, “How silly to think I can surprise you, Lord.” In my head he responded, “I’ll close my eyes.” Oh, God; oh, God. How can it be? I was amazed, bowled over, overwhelmed! I walked down that aisle to the altar, standing in the middle before the pulpit and began singing. I sang in some other language. It seemed as if I were in a great cathedral; my singing sounded beautiful to me. I never sang like that before or after. When I stopped. I checked the time It had been one hour.
I went to the church office and tried to tell them something about what had happened. I couldn’t. And as I said this is a precious experience that I have shared with very few. I have taken out my Jewel of Great Price, and let you have a look today. May God confirm the truth of it to you.