Come Walk With Me


At the beginning of this week, I felt the Lord speak to me and say, “Come
and walk with Me.”

I was excited; wondering what the Lord would be speaking to me,
showing to me, or revealing to me. To my surprise and perplexity,
nothing further happened. I wondered if I had really heard the Lord say
these words to me, and went to Him in prayer.

“What did you just speak to me?” I asked the Lord.

“Come and walk with Me,” the Lord repeated once again.

Once again, nothing further seemed to happen. Each morning, and
throughout the day for the rest of the week, the Lord spoke the same
phrase to me. “Come and walk with Me.”

I have learned by now, when the Lord speaks something to me, to wait
upon that word. So, I waited. And I waited. And I waited. While I
was waiting, I walked. The Lord had asked me to come and take a
walk with Him, so I walked with Him through the Word. I walked with
Him as I watched my children playing. I walked with Him as I sat outside
watching the clouds and listening to the birds calling to each other.

“Come and walk with Me,” I heard the Lord ask me once again.

Once again, I was expecting nothing further to develop with these words.
To my surprise, though, this time, the Lord and I really took a walk.

I saw the Lord and I as we walked down a small dirt road in what appeared
to be the country. The Lord had what appeared to be an old fashioned
scale in one hand. He seemed very solemn and serious, and stared straight
ahead.

“Where are we going, Lord?” I asked the Lord.

“Visiting,” the Lord replied.

“Who are we going to visit?” I asked the Lord.

“My people,” the Lord replied. “My churches.”

In silence, I walked with the Lord.

We came to the doors of a church. A service was in progress in this
church. The Lord and I entered the church and stood quietly in the back.
Silently, the Lord and I observed the service and the people.

The service was loud and the music was playing. The people were singing,
clapping their hands, worshipping and praising. Everything in this service
appeared to be very exciting, and it was obvious from observing the faces
of the people that they were joyful.

I looked at the Lord. “This is a good service, isn’t it, Lord?” I asked.

“Don’t mistake worship for relationship,” the Lord replied.

I was puzzled by the Lord’s reply.

The Lord walked to the front of the church. I followed Him silently. When
the Lord reached the front of the church, He placed the scale on the ground.
He then took the Word of God and placed it on one end of the scale.
That side of the scale tilted all the way to the ground. Then, the Lord
reached out and gathered the congregation into one of His hands. The
church became like a cluster of grapes in His hand. The Lord placed this
cluster of grapes on the other end of the scale. Nothing happened. The
end of the scale with the Word of God on it remained all the way on the
ground. The side of the scale with the cluster of grapes upon it, remained
all the way up.

Then, the Lord reached out and gathered the cluster of grapes into one of
His hands, and began to squeeze the grapes until the juices of the grapes
ran freely. Then, the Lord picked the scale back up and silently walked
from the church. Just as silently, I followed Him. I was very puzzled about
what had just happened in this congregation.

“Could You please explain to me what just happened in that church?” I
asked the Lord.

“Many of My people have confused worship with a relationship with Me,”
the
Lord began to explain to me. “There are many marriages that have a good
and exciting physical relationship, but when you look closer at that marriage,
you will begin to discover many problems that have been hidden and
concealed by the excitement of the physical relationship in that marriage.
In the same way that many people think a good physical relationship in a
marriage means the marriage is good, just so do many of My people also
mistakenly feel that if they and their congregation has a good worship
relationship with me that must mean all is well with them and their
congregation. This is not always true. Don’t confuse worship with a
relationship with Me,” the Lord repeated to me.

I was still somewhat puzzled and perplexed by the Lord’s words. We
continued to walk.

“Where are we going now?” I asked the Lord.

“Visiting,” the Lord replied. “I have spoken to many of a coming judgment.
A judgment against sin and unrighteousness. This judgment will begin in
My own house, among My own people . It is My Word that will judge
them.”

The Lord and I then proceeded to go visiting. We visited large churches,
small churches, home churches, and churches which consisted at times of
only a husband and wife, or a husband and wife and their children or friends
and relatives. Each of these churches, was weighed in the balance on the
scale the Lord carried under His arm. The churches that didn’t measure up
to the Word of God, were wrung in the Lord’s hand.

Several of the churches the Lord and I visited, when we entered, the
people were prostrate on the floor, weeping. In these churches, there was a
heaviness in the air. There was no music playing, no loud singing. There
was at times much groaning. At other times, there was only the muffled
sound of weeping. These churches always appeared to excite the Lord.
At the same time, even while appearing excited, the Lord would also
appear very gentle and compassionate with the people in these churches
who were lying prostrate on the floors. The Lord would go from each
of these people to the next, laying a hand gently on their head, uttering
small words of comfort to them, soothing and encouraging them.
When the Lord would place these churches on the scale to be weighed,
each end of the scale would be even with the other end of the
scale. After this time of being weighed, the weeping would cease, the
people would get to their feet, and they would worship. There was
something different, though, in the manner these people worshipped
than in the worship of the first church the Lord and I had visited.

These people were always looking up, tears running down their cheeks,
their hands raised upwards. Their worship at times also became loud,
and there would also be music playing. But there was a totally
different spirit in this worship than in the worship of the first church
the Lord and I had visited. What I felt was a spirit of brokenness and
humility.

At the end of our time of visiting, I sat quietly as I thought and
pondered about all that I had seen as I had gone visiting with the
Lord. I felt a peace in my heart, yet also a sort of shamed humbleness
as I thought about what I had learned that seemed to excite the Lord in
a church.

The Lord desires worship that comes from a broken, contrite, humble heart.
Before we attempt to worship Him, the Lord desires that we have a
relationship with Him that begins on our knees or with us on our faces
before Him. I don’t think I will ever again worship the same way I used to
in church, as I will now as a result of having gone visiting with the Lord. I
don’t think I will ever again confuse worship with a relationship with the
Lord.

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