We now need to zoom forward to Rosh Hashanah of 1994.  We had, since going to Spokane in ’90, helped bring together the pastors of the (then) seventy-two denominations in Kansas City for monthly prayer and mounted several city-wide repentance services and organized Kansas City’s first “March For Jesus”.  After our work in the city finished, we turned over all that had been established to the pastors of the city (collectively) and took a year off to pray.

My husband had promised the pastors of the city that we would return after a year so that he could fulfill that promise by giving a weeklong convocation on the cross of Christ.

YOM KIPPUR

So, we headed back to Kansas City for the weeklong convocation that started at Rosh Hashanah and ended right before Yom Kippur.  On Yom Kippur, we were starting to leave the city; but first, we stopped off for an open prayer meeting being held by the ministry of the friend we had accompanied to Spokane years before.  The prayer vigil was held in a sanctuary.

THE CHURCH

The sanctuary had once belonged to the Catholic Church as part of an extremely large convent.  Now the building was part of a rescue facility for unwed mothers; if they wanted to keep their babies or allow responsible families to adopt them.

The church building itself had a high vaulted ceiling, tall windows and an alcove in front where the altar had once stood – (now decommissioned as a Catholic sanctuary).  It was a large room, simple and clean.

The prayers had already begun when we arrived, therefore we sat toward the back of the room.  It was good to be among some of the friends we had made in Kansas City.  Wonderful to pray with them again.

SEEING THE LORD

We had been there for only a few minutes when I saw the Lord, twenty-four feet high standing in the center of the vaulted alcove.  He was wearing that mantle I had seen being carried by the two angels in Spokane.  The cloak was shimmering with multicolor.  It was other worldly – gossamer.  Rays of light were streaming from the Lord.

“Oh,” I said to myself, “that’s where the mantle went, back to Jesus.”  I thought: “It was His to begin with and it has returned to Him.”

Suddenly, He fixed His eyes on me and said: “Look at Me.”  His eyes were piercing and seemed nearer than the considerable distance between us.  He continued His piercing gaze.

SUDDENLY

Suddenly the cloak came through Him and traveled the distance from the alcove to the pew where I was standing.  It came around me.  Then He periscoped down to a normal size and began to move forward.  He passed into me and therefore into the cloak as well.  So, He was in me wearing the cloak.  It was so odd, for He was looking through my eye sockets.

Then He passed out of my body leaving the cloak and He went back to the alcove/altar site.  The cloak remained on me.  Once back at the alcove, He turned around and looked at me with the garment on me.  I could feel the garment on me, also I could see it.

This time He did not ask me as He had in Spokane the night before we went to the mantle’s location.

I did not understand, but it was like the ancient Biblical rite of a covenant cloak given by a husband to His wife “to cover her”.  It was, in some way, given to me as a sign of all the Lord was intending in future.  It was the first step that eventuated in the Formal Betrothal.

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June 2018 – Personal Section