Monday, December 7, 2015

How a Curtain Changed My Prayer Life

It’s 3:00 on Passover afternoon, following a darkness that could be felt.

With the light returned, the lambs begin to be slaughtered. Sin had to be covered, and only by their blood.

Suddenly, the sound of fabric ripping fills the temple courtyard. Something was happening to the giant curtain dividing man from God! Had someone entered the Holy Place? Was someone breaking into the Most Holy Place?

No one had entered.

No one touched the curtain.

God reached down and tore it in half.

God opened the way for man to come to His throne—the mercy seat—where we find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).

Because that curtain was torn, prayer is the welcome of God, beckoning us to kneel before His throne in His presence and commune.

Prayer isn’t words hitting a stone wall, an iron ceiling, or even a 6-inch-thick fabric barrier.

Prayer is our spirits entering a throne room, opened by priceless blood.

“Having, therefore, brethren, boldness to enter into the holiest by the blood of Jesus . . .
let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith.” (Hebrews 10:19,22)

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  1. Hi Bethany,

    Isn't that exciting?! I was just teaching on that to the adult Sunday School class a week or two ago, linked with the tabernacle too from the Old Testament. It's so tender and amazing to look back over all the ways that God reaches out to his creations to have relationship with us.

    Merry Christmas!

    Jennifer Dougan

    1. Thanks, Jennifer! Always nice when you stop by. Merry Christmas to you too.