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JRKH
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I was sitting in Church this past Sunday - and missing my dear departed wife.
I was gazing upon the tabernacle and thinking about where she is now and how I’d like to be with her again.
And I had the strongest intimation that the doors of the tabernacle were the gateway to where she was. The doors to heaven - there with Christ.
I immediately thought of Narnia - and how the wardrobe was not simply an enclosed box but a gateway. A gateway that only worked when one closed the door from whence one came. Only then did the new world open to view.
I don’t think I will be able to look at any tabernacle quite the same again.
Praise God for His small gifts - which of course are never small at all…
Peace
James
I was gazing upon the tabernacle and thinking about where she is now and how I’d like to be with her again.
And I had the strongest intimation that the doors of the tabernacle were the gateway to where she was. The doors to heaven - there with Christ.
I immediately thought of Narnia - and how the wardrobe was not simply an enclosed box but a gateway. A gateway that only worked when one closed the door from whence one came. Only then did the new world open to view.
I don’t think I will be able to look at any tabernacle quite the same again.
Praise God for His small gifts - which of course are never small at all…
Peace
James
