Holy of Holies

Hebrews 10:19-20 (CEV)

19 My friends, the blood of Jesus gives us courage to enter the most holy place 20 by a new way that leads to life! And this way takes us through the curtain that is Christ himself.

Why do we want to enter the most holy of places in God? Why was access granted? What life is promised to us when we are present in the holy of holies?

I believe when we are able to abide in the holy of holies, we find all our needs met, trouble has no threat and we walk in all manner of the fruits of the spirit. We become complete by His presence. It is received by grace. No calamity, sickness or disease can buffet us. Suffering is capsized by the sight of Jesus and we know all trials and tribulations to be subject to us. 

Can we abide in this most intimate place continually?
This free access was paid with an ultimate price. Christ’s body. It was won for us-this free access to God’s glory. I believe intimacy with God, continually seeking a deeper experience of His presence, will afford for us a trouble free life. Not that trials and tribulations won’t come but that they won’t be able to get near us.

My entire pregnancy, labor, delivery and postpartum has been riddled with difficulty. I don’t think that is just circumstantial. I think it is a ploy of the enemy to steal, kill and destroy. Yet, the opposite has occurred. I have overcome every issue by seeking a deeper place in God. This current spinal headache has proved to be the most difficult. I spent the first week of the headache trusting in what I could see and allowing my mood to be shaped by what I was experiencing. The second and final week has been handled differently. I have taken my fear, depression and doubt to the mercy seat. I have cried “Daddy God”. I have groaned. I have cried out “Son of David-have mercy on me.” I stopped trying to have faith and started saying the name of Jesus. Now, I see Jesus the way the woman with the issue of blood saw him. There is no medical reasoning, data or procedure that can help me and this headache. The body should have healed itself by now as it has in other cases. Those cases where a headache persisted were fraught with complications that led to meningitis, hemorrhaging or seizures. Those ailments CANNOT touch me as a child of the Most High God. This dura must close. I command it to close. That authority comes from my habitual abiding in the secret place. It is not about my efforts to find that place but my understanding that intimacy with God is a gift. I go to that place with gladness as a child goes to their daddy’s lap. Each day that you are given is an opportunity to know the Father more. My job as a mother, wife, teacher, etc is to know him more. I spend each day seeking him more. From that pursuit comes my life, my words, my decisions, my outcome. The trials that attempt to subdue me are laid at my feet as I look to Jesus the author and finisher of my faith. It is not my job to author or complete my faith. It is my job to enter a deeper place of intimacy with God. To allow the sight of Jesus to be more than the sight of the trouble. The reminder of the cross and the perfect blood may need to come repeatedly until we know the trouble under our feet. I do not see this headache. I see Jesus who has made this headache subject to me. I believe that as soon as trouble attacks we become mobile. That phrase “Jesus, take the wheel” billows in our mind and we relent. When trouble comes, it’s as if I get into a vehicle with Jesus who is at the steering wheel. He immediately puts the car in drive and we start moving through the storm. I see the torrential rain, wind and hail. I see the destruction, BUT then I look to my left and I see Jesus putting all that trouble in my rear view mirror. I am passing through. We will not put the car in park and leave the vehicle. We will stay transitory fellowshipping together as the storm subsides around me. God is my refuge and fortress. He is my protector and deliverer. I will not be tormented by what I see, hear or feel. My senses are more aware of who Jesus is then what my trouble wants to say Jesus is. Satan wants us to believe that the storm, the trouble is bigger than Jesus. It is greater than the blood. If we get out of the car and get swept up in the events of our trouble then we forget who Jesus is. By forgetting we become subject to our trouble when our trouble should be subject to us. We must keep our eyes on Jesus and the promised land that is assured to us. Jesus is driving us to a place of triumph and victory where we will boast in our God. Not in our great faith but in His great grace that gifted us healing, restoration and purpose. I will not be misled by the magic show that Satan is displaying. I will look to my left and see Jesus at the steering wheel of my life and enjoy this headache passing me by as the other trouble throughout this pregnancy passed me by. As Job 11:16 (AMP) confirms: For you shall forget your misery; you shall remember it as waters that pass away.

Jesus was created and designed to take my place in suffering. I am not meant to suffer. I am meant to cling to the one who was made perfect in suffering. The resurrected Christ is who I am. I am not to be held captive by a spinal headache. As Jesus is, so am I in this world. Jesus is not suffering from a spinal headache. He took that on at Calvary so that I would not have to be suffering. This spinal headache is under my feet and I receive that by grace, through faith, in Jesus name.

1 John 4:16-18 (AMP)

16 And we know (understand, recognize, are conscious of, by observation and by experience) and believe (adhere to and put faith in and rely on) the love God cherishes for us. God is love, and he who dwells and continues in love dwells and continues in God, and God dwells and continues in him.

17 In this [union and communion with Him] love is brought to completion and attains perfection with us, that we may have confidence for the day of judgment [with assurance and boldness to face Him], because as He is, so are we in this world.

18 There is no fear in love [dread does not exist], but full-grown (complete, perfect) love [g]turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror! For fear [h]brings with it the thought of punishment, and [so] he who is afraid has not reached the full maturity of love [is not yet grown into love’s complete perfection].

This scripture sums it all up for me. By abiding in the most intimate places of his love, the holy of holies, I am perfected, brought to completion. Fear of death is destroyed and no trace or relatives of death can remain. The more I know love, the less I know the fear of death. 

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