The Door to God's Heart, Part 2 ( See Fall 1991 Banner for
I had been with the Lord in the room of "ministering
to God." It is satisfying and fulfilling to spend time
in worship, and then to rest quietly in His presence.
One day, during one of these times, I noticed that the room
had a spiral staircase that ascended into the darkness above.
"Lord, where does that go?" I queried. He answered,
"Shall we go up and see?"
I eagerly followed Him up the stairs. They ended at a catwalk,
curved as if it were following a great spiral. In several
places, on either side of the main walk way, smaller walks
jutted out, which led to other spiral staircases that descended
downward. We appeared to be at the beginning of this progression.
The Lord said, "Do you know where these staircases lead?"
I was tempted to answer like Ezekiel ("Thou knowest,
Lord"), but I knew I was to make an attempt to understand.
I thought about the walk way I had followed, which led down
a long spiral hallway with a number of doors on either side,
to finally enter the room of "ministering to God."
Then it struck me, these staircases must lead down into those
As I related this to the Lord, He said, "As you passed
each of these doors, you were giving up that ministry for
a season. But the door of "ministering to God" also
opens doors that lead to these ministries. I would like to
take you into the room that is next to, and closely related
to, the room you are in.
We walked up the catwalk and descended down the first staircase
to the right, into the room of Intercession. As we entered
the room, we faced a set of large golden doors that were covered
with intricate and beautiful designs. "These are the
doors into the anteroom of the Great Hall of Judgment,"
the Lord informed me.
Just before reaching the doors, we turned aside into a small
room, full of various types of clothing. There the Lord gave
me a rainbow tunic, and said, "The coloring is in remembrance
of the promise to Noah, as seen in the rainbow. One function
of the intercessor is to stand before God, reminding Him of
His promises. Also, it contains all the colors, because an
intercessor must stand ready to represent any person before
We walked to the doors, which the guards opened for us. The
Lord thanked them, and we entered the anteroom of the Hall.
Although this was only the waiting room for the Great Hall,
it was of great size, and could have easily held several thousand.
Within this room, we saw a group of mostly women, numbering
about two hundred. Some were crying, others were prostrate,
while yet others were kneeling. I walked toward one of them
and noted that she had spread before her a note from the King,
expressing concern over a particular situation. Although the
situation did not affect the intercessor, she was pouring
out her heart as if her own son were at death's door.
Across from us we saw another set of doors, like the first,
but smaller. As we stood watching, the smaller doors opened.
A bright angel came to three of these intercessors, and with
a solemn yet joyful expression, ushered them through the doors
into the Great Hall beyond. The Lord motioned to me, and we
silently followed the group.
The Great Hall was immense; the shimmering, almost transparent
walls and sky blue ceiling gave the impression of a vast open
space, as large as the universe, or perhaps larger. We walked
across the room toward the Throne, which was upon a raised
dais. The King of all kings sat there, with His glory shielded
to some degree for the sake of His subjects. The intercessors
bowed before the King to humbly present their requests before
Him. We moved close enough to hear the interchange.
One of the intercessors was speaking. "Father, You have
called us here today to beseech your healing power for your
friend, Emily. She has suffered long and desires relief. We
know her love for you and that even now she trusts and hopes
in you. We remind you of your promise in your Word that healing
is the 'children's bread,' and that you are 'the God that
The King responded in approval. "Yes, she does love
me, and this time of suffering has served to deepen her love,
and has performed a circumcision of her heart. The world now
has little hold upon her." The King looked toward my
Lord, who said, "Father, I would declare that her season
in the furnace is complete, and that now is the time for release
and comfort." The King looked again upon His humble intercessors
and said, "Arise daughters, your petition is granted.
Go in my authority and heal Emily."
The intercessors leaped to their feet in joy, thanking and
praising their Father God, in song, shouts, and dancing. They
again bowed and left the room. We followed as they shared
the news with the others in the anteroom, who rejoiced and
were greatly encouraged to press on with their intercession.
Then the Lord took me aside to a small, plain room that held
nothing but a table and two chairs. On the table was a simple
meal of bread, cheese, fruit, and cold water. As we broke
bread together, the Lord asked me what lessons I had learned
I thought for a few moments about the scene I had witnessed,
and then spoke slowly. "They began by interceding for
the concern on God's heart, rather than their own. Next, they
persistently sought God's face until they were ushered into
His presence. They were not satisfied to pray for a short
time and then move on. Is that right?" "Very good,
anything else?" He asked.
I replied, "No, Lord." Then He said, "Did
you notice that they began to rejoice in the answer, even
before they saw any visible sign of healing?" "Yes
Lord, I see that now. Is this always a sign of faith, or can
it be presumption?" The answer was strong and clear.
"It is faith when one hears from the Throne, for "faith
comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God." Presumption
is attempting to claim a promise when you have not heard from
My Father. Are you ready for your next lesson?" He asked,
rising from the table.
"Yes Lord!" I responded, getting up to follow Him.
As we left the anteroom, the Lord led me out a small door,
onto a side street of the city in which I once lived. I noticed
that my rainbow tunic had been covered with ordinary street
clothes. He spoke to me as we walked along.
"Son, the intercessor is one who represents man to God.
You must stand in the gap. In order to be an effective intercessor,
you must totally identify with the person you are interceding
for, to take their place of suffering, and lift it to God,
as if it were your own." "Yes, Lord, I understand."
He looked deeply upon me, weighing my heart. At first, He
looked sad, as if He would weep, then He smiled and said,
"son, you will indeed be made to understand. It will
be more difficult than you think, but more wonderful than
you may imagine." I did not know what to think about
this. I had walked with my Master long enough to know that
I had no choice but to trust Him and obey.
As we walked along, we passed an older, homeless man, sitting
on the sidewalk, looking at everything and caring about nothing.
The Lord suddenly stopped. "This is the one. You will
identify with this one and intercede for him. Are you ready?"
I looked at the poorly dressed, dirty, smelly wreck of humanity,
and recoiled. But I swallowed hard and said, "Lord, you
love this one and if Father is concerned for him, I will do
my best." "So be it according to your faith."
He replied, and turned to walk away.
I stared at the retreating figure, feeling abandoned and
alone. It struck that this was exactly how the homeless must
feel. Identification had begun. I sat next to him and introduced
myself, extending my hand. He looked at me with a scowl, ignored
my offered hand, and replied, "what do you want from
I was taken aback by his gruffness, but decided to persevere.
"I thought you might want a little company, it is lonely
here." He responded, "You figured wrong. I do not
want any goody-goody to sit by me for a little bit, so you
can score some points for whatever cause you work for."
His response caused me to laugh, which startled him. "You
are right, that is exactly what I would have done a while
ago, but I am stuck like you, I have no where to go."
This time his response was different, "Really? you have
nice clothes, you must have just been put out on the street."
I nodded in reply, and he took my hand and said, "My
name is Izzie."
Our friendship grew. He showed me how to survive on the streets,
while I found occasional odd jobs to bring us a little money.
He introduced me to all sorts of interesting people. Some
were total wrecks, with minimal rationality, others were wise
and witty, in their own way.
Many claimed to be homeless by choice, "gotta have my
freedom," was a commonly heard refrain. Yet, I could
see the wistful look in their eyes when the talk turned toward
home. These men had a longing for a secure place of love and
As I approached the anteroom doors to intercede, my rainbow
tunic shown through a little brighter each time. I was welcomed
into the anteroom, and often was quickly ushered into the
Judgment Hall. My intercession for my new street companions
bore the depth of heartfelt identification.
I was no longer praying for "them," and "their
sins," but for "us" and "our sins."
I felt much closer to the prayers of Daniel and Nehemiah.
No longer was I isolated from those for whom I prayed. This
identification brought greater power in my prayers at a greater
cost in pain.
No longer could I be indifferent when I saw people turn down
God's grace to walk their path of pain and death. After a
season of this, I had grown accustomed to the rigors of life
on the street and began to enjoy the opportunity to minister.
One day, the Lord walked up to me. What a joy to see Him!
"Well done," He said as He greeted me with a warm
smile. "Now is the time for another lesson." "Yes,
Lord. This one was very hard, but truly wonderful."
We walked together toward the Palace of the King, talking
of everything I had learned in the school of intercession.