December 2011
An underwater view.
When Are The Bells?
In hell? I don’t think so. I say that because as I meditated beside a spring brook, I
nodded off and dreamed a dream about bells. Before I tell my dream, let me say that
when I woke up—the bubbles in the spring on the Maryville Greenway, rose to the
surface and popped, or I should say pealed. I was hearing bells. I was seeing bells. I was
feeling bells. I was enveloped by the tinkling of the bells. The bells were singing and
saying: Our GOD is moving!
25And they made bells of pure gold, and put the bells between the pomegranates
upon the hem of the robe, round about between the pomegranates; 26A bell and a
pomegranate, a bell and a pomegranate, round about the hem of the robe to minister in;
In my dream I was seeing the High Priest put on the special garments that were
only used one time a year—to take the blood of the lamb into the HOLY of HOLIES.
Instead of fringes around the hem of the robe, there were golden bells. When the High
Priest moved— the bells pealed. Outside the curtain those who were allowed to wait on
the LORD, knew that GOD was moving because they could hear the tinkle, tinkle.
John 1:12 But to all who did received HIM
HE gave them the right to become children of GOD
to those who believe in HIS name,
There on the Greenway, I would not say that the bells behind the curtain were
pealing; on the contrary the sound was faint, I could not even say that I could hear a
tinkle— but there was more of a rustle. The priest was moving. GOD was moving!
By faith I know that on the mercy seat the blood of the lamb has been shed for
you and for me. We call the pendulum inside the bell, the clapper.
The Rabbi called it: The heart of the bell. How long oh LORD until we hear you heart?
