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Experiencing the Presence of God.

Friday, March 2nd, 2018 by Mark

We are excited to let you know that Helen has just released the first of the Experiencing the Presence of God series as a downloadable ON_LINE course.

This and new courses can be found at all4him.thinkific.com
We have been teaching this series live now for over 5 years and peoples connection with God and their understanding of their connection with God has been hugely increased.

So please Bless yourself and enrol in a course and safely discover more.

Mark

About this Blog Site…

Monday, June 20th, 2011 by admin

This is a Christian Blog space specifically for people to write about their experiences with God in set apart Tabernacle spaces (‘modern day spaces’ like the Tabernacle of David or Tabernacle of Moses.)

Our desire is that this space would be a blessing & safe place for you to read and write what God is saying/showing. There are already some wonderful heart reflections and revelations here.

We have four categories:

My Tabernacle Experience: This is for blogging some personal experience in ‘Tabernacle’ places

Tabernacle at Home: This is for blogging your experience of setting up such spaces yourself. Many are the experiences all around the world.

Tabernacle Discussion: This is for blogging on topics and discussing about the Tabernacle. Please feel free to introduce a topic for discussion. ie. The Tabernacle of David, Old Covenant vs New Covenant.

Revelations about God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit: A place for bloggin your revelations about God, in Tabernacle spaces or from the Word or wherever. We love talking about how big, good and wonderful He is!

Enjoy reading and getting a sense of what God is up to here. Feel free to add your own contribution or comment on what has already been written.

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God’s choice

Thursday, July 1st, 2010 by katy

We began our Tabernacle journey hosting God’s presence in our home now over a year ago. The journey began in our loungeroom- a very central, ‘public’ space in our home. He was teaching us about abiding in His presence, remaining in Him, not visiting. It was a wonderful season and we were suprised by how many times people commented about this room, children would naturally flock there. It was often the first place people would sit when visiting. The element of sacrafice giving the Lord this section of our loungeroom was in hein sight, very small.

Last August/September period Holy Spirit spoke cleary to my husband and I about clearing our garage and moving the Tabernacle “corner” (of our loungeroom) into the large space of our double garage… I was not working at this time so my husband had been supporting us and paying off our house with just his income. Finances were tight. Because the Lord had been so direct with us we got cleaning and clearing and painting and carpeting the garage downstairs very quickly.

The Lord provided so well through this time and we soon had a new door fitted, carpet layed and window coverings. For months the room sat mostly very empty. Aside from an arm chair and a stereo that were given to us for the space, the space lay very neutral with not much colour at all. It was an amazing time having more space set aside to explore the Lord’s presence. There were times the space was not visited very often through the weeks, but when the Lord drew us there, His grace, His awesome presence was palpable. Stuff moved around in our lives, sin confessed, healing, manifestations of worship in ways we have not seen before. It was a time of letting go of seasons gone by and being brave to step into the new God was calling us to embrace.

To our children, this place was as a class room- learning how to be with Jesus. We too have learnt from them and seeing their abandoned joy before Him helps one understand why Jesus wanted the little ones to come to Him.

All the while, the emptiness, the plain appearance, lack of beauty in the space made me wonder… I knew it was a work in progress and yet I did not have a clear sense of where the space was going or what He wanted in there further than the basic shell of it. I was waiting for His direction, decorative and otherwise! The wait went for months.

This last two weeks the Lord has called me there daily. His presence seems to be pursuing me. He comes to me and I find myself yearning for Him so deeply. I love His chase -everything about Him. It’s always awe inspiring to witness God’s heart moved by our obedience. It’s a humbling thing to be rewarded by the King’s presence.

About a week ago, we prayed to God in response to our pastor asking us if we want the space opened to the church congregation we attend. Feeling a release from Father we told the pastor God says “yes”.

The other day I went to take the first sip of my morning coffee when I was quite interrupted “do you want to do coffee with me?” “YES!” so off I went, coffee in hand, to be with Him in His space. When I was in there, I emptied myself to worship Him when I was shocked by His voice again. He began downloading to me some more information about what He wanted in His space. I saw red, sheer curtain, blue blankets and patterned cushions. Colour! My awareness went to corner and I very quickly had a picture of a plant- it was very specific- large, dark green leaves, a burgundy coloured pot and sitting on a plant stand. I knew it to be God showing me His choice as it was not something I would have chosen myself. I would not have known where to start looking for this plant ensemble so I asked Him. Within seconds the Lord spoke “Heidleberg” so off I went, piling the kids into the back seat, we drove to a nursery I knew of in Heidleberg. I walked in and out of this shop as nothing seemed close to what I believed God showed me. Getting back into the car to drive home I felt a bit disheartened- especially as I had told my boys where and why we were going. It was then I realised there was another nursery in Heidleberg so this was the next stop for us. I looked carefully through the selection of plants when one variety suddenly looked very familiar. The leaves were the ones the Lord had shown me while dwelling with Him. Right next to this variety were two small plant stands, just the right size for the pot. We then found a pot, exactly the colour I had seen. When I asked the worker there where the plant would survive well, he proceeded to describe the exact atmosphere in the Tabernacle environment. Dry and not too much light.

We made the purchases and drove home. Stopping at traffic lights I glanced down and was shocked to read the name of the plant on the card “peace lilly”. Right there on the plant of God’s choice, for the space of His choice, a fruit of the Spirit from Galatians 5.

Wait – Season

Monday, April 12th, 2010 by Mark

Helen & I have been struck again in the last weeks by this word in Acts 1:4-5

“On one occasion, while Jesus was eating a meal with them, he told them, “Do not leave Jerusalem but ‘wait’ for the gift my Father promised. Remember, I have told you about this before. 5 John baptized with water, but in just a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit.”

So what the Disciples had to do in order to receive the magnificent gift of the Holy Spirit was: Wait! Yep that’s it, the most magnificent powerful gift that God has ever given to human’s and all they had to do was ‘not do’.

We are now in this same period of time between Passover (When The Lamb was killed to deal with sin) and Pentecost (When the Holy Spirit was given). In this time Jesus told His disciples to ‘wait’ in Jerusalem. We have felt to set aside some extra time just to ‘wait’ on the Lord no agenda, no talking just waiting, resting in His presence eager to hear what is on His Heart.

On Saturday night Helen and I both had a wonderful time with Jesus doing just this. Some friends of ours called today and told us how after we had shared with them that they too had set apart time and just waited on the Lord. This resulted in an unusual boldness as they taught Sunday school this morning, and after the lesson ‘teaching the kids to wait on God/ hear His voice’ they took the kids into the sanctuary where the main church was and one of the kids spoke out what they had heard and this was then followed up by a matching prophetic song, and God got to hijack the rest of the service. Very very cool report, all inspired by the kids. Go God!

Then tonight it just struck me to share this and encourage people to just get with God in this season of waiting. This is a special time and I don’t want anyone to miss out. No agenda’s no talking just come together and take the time, as long as it takes, to hear what is on God’s heart.
I can guarantee from my experience, it will be surprising and life changing, God is very very Good and He loves sharing His heart with us.

If you have a go at this please share your experiences here so that others can be Blessed by your adventure.

Praise in Haiti

Thursday, January 21st, 2010 by Mark

As I have heard news about the Earthquake in Haiti, and so much aid and money going over, which is great! I have wondered about the Miracle that we heard about after the 2004 Ache tsunami where missionaries believed they had heard God ask them not to help in physical ways but to centre on Him and praise Jesus and build houses of praise, this we now know bought about 150 houses of worship built over three years with over 66,000 becoming believers. The Jesus told us that when He is lifted up all men will be drawn to Him. John 12:32
This report that I have just received suggests to me that God is doing this Himself.

God you are awesome and your name mighty, and mighty are your ways, we love you and Praise your mighty name.
Here is the report -Slightly edited for brevity.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Miraculous Praise Amid Haiti’s Destruction

My friend Linda Graham believes in miracles, but her faith was stretched beyond her wildest imagination last week when she arrived in Haiti with three other women from Durham, N. C. They were on a routine mission to deliver blankets, clothing and medical supplies to an orphanage in the town of Carrefour.

They had no idea they were walking right into one of the worst natural disasters in modern history.

“A newborn boy named Judah is now a testimony to the fact that there is a future and a hope for Haitia hope that is built on God’s unshakeable faithfulness.”


Their American Airlines plane touched down on Jan. 12 at 4 p.m.—15 minutes ahead of schedule. A Haitian pastor met them at the airport, loaded their bags in his vehicle and prepared to drive them to Carrefour when everything began to shake. At first Linda thought people were pushing the car until she noticed the trees were shaking too.

A 7.0 earthquake had just hit the city, but Linda and her friends, Kellee, Lisa and Julie, had no access to news broadcasts. All they could see were buildings collapsing and people running into the streets. Many people were covered with blood and white dust. One naked woman stood in the street with a stunned expression. Linda and her friends gave her some clothes.

The devastation was horrifying, yet the sound of praise soon filled the streets. Haitians were on their knees with their hands raised. “So many people were praying and praising God,” Linda told me. “They were saying, ‘Jesus is Lord’ and ‘Thank you Jesus,’ in Creole.”

Unable to drive to the orphanage, the pastor took the women to a church where about 2,000 people were singing and praying in a crude shelter that had survived the quake. Later that evening the women relocated to a soccer field where people were sleeping on sheets under the stars. Injured people were everywhere, but still the sound of praises filled the air.

“I’ve never felt the presence of God in such a tangible way as I did that night,” said Linda, whose husband, Wayne, and their two young children were back home in North Carolina—wondering if Linda had survived the disaster. “They were singing songs like, ‘Our God Is an Awesome God.’ People were praying in small groups, and then a wave of God’s glory hit us around 2 a.m. Everyone was shouting praises.”

The next morning wounded people lined up in front of the four white women, assuming they were nurses. Linda felt completely inadequate to help them, but she remembered they had Band-aids, antibacterial medicine, alcohol preps and $500 worth of underwear in their luggage.

Amazingly, they also had packed 25 pounds of rubber gloves. The women sprang into action. They began praying for people and applying bandages and Neosporin.

“I am convinced there was a loaves-and-fishes kind of miracle going on,” Linda told me after she was airlifted to Florida on a private plane over the weekend. “All our supplies were multiplied. We even used Band-aids on an amputated leg.”

The biggest test of the women’s faith came later that morning when two Haitian women went into labor. Linda was asked to deliver the babies—in an abandoned hospital. There were at least 300 dead bodies piled near the building’s entrance, but Linda was determined to see life triumph over the misery she saw all around her.

“It was an awful place,” she says of the Ministry of Health Hospital. “The three rusted tables in the maternity room were covered in bodily fluids. There was no electricity or running water in there. All I had was a pair of scissors and some fabric.”

Linda swallowed hard, prayed in the Holy Spirit and called on the Lord for help. She prayed harder when she realized that the first baby was in a breach position.

“I just made a declaration,” she said. “I prayed, ‘You will move into the right position and you will be born in Jesus name!’” A healthy girl was born in a few minutes.

A second pregnant woman then demanded attention, and her Christian husband translated Linda’s English instructions to his wife. To help the mother breathe properly, Linda told her to say “Hallelujah.”

When a baby boy was born the overjoyed father asked Linda to name the child. It was a prophetic moment that helped Linda gain insight into what God is doing today in this ravaged nation.

“I told him to name the boy Judah—which means praise,” Linda said. “I told him, ‘We have to praise our way through this.”

When Linda shared her story with me I realized God was working a million small miracles in Haiti that we will probably never hear about on CNN. Even in the mist of unimaginable horror and pain, many Haitians cried out to Jesus when everything they knew crumbled. And He has been answering them in a million different ways.

A newborn boy named Judah is just one of those miracles. He is a tiny testimony to the fact that there is a future and a hope for Haiti—a hope that is built on God’s unshakeable faithfulness.

J. Lee Grady is editor of Charisma. You can find him on Twitter at leegrady. If you’d like to support the orphanage or the Christian school in Haiti that Linda Graham and her friends are helping today, go to www.strategicglobalinitiatives.org. Funds are urgently needed to aid these children.

How He loves us

Saturday, August 29th, 2009 by Helen

His presence & my presence…

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009 by Helen

Vacillation is part of all our journey’s!

Vacillation is characterized as hesitancy, uncertainty, a fluctuating back & forth. It is not unlike a leaf slowly wavering up & down, back & forth, eventually moving from tree top to ground. It is a journey.

Such it is in the presence of the Lord.

I have seen in my own experience & in the larger corporate sense, this vacillation.

The vacillation point pivots on the awareness of his presence & my own.

We are so afraid of being diminished. What would happen to us if we were lost in him? And this fear only reveals our lack of knowing him, for he never wants to diminish us.

So in the immersion of his presence, suddenly the question arises again, “What about me?” And we vacillate between his presence & the absorption of our presence.

But there comes in the journey of knowing him & being familiar with his presence, a moment in time when the fear of being diminished, the question of the developing identity, “What about me?” finds a place. It is put to rest. It becomes no longer a question, nor even a topic.

The question rests IN HIM. As we become familiar with His presence, we become entwined IN HIM. The wonderings of us, become imbedded IN HIM. In Him is our place, our resting. In Him, the journey of vacillation reaches its destination & no longer do we shift ‘out’ of him, but abide in Him. We rest in the new focus of our adoration, HIM.

New questions, new conversations, new experiences are then had in His presence. Jesus said, “Abide IN ME & I abide IN YOU.” (John 15) There is no danger of being lost IN Him. There is only the wonder, joy & freedom of being more aware of His presence than our own!

Mud on the gold

Friday, June 5th, 2009 by katy

One recent Wednesday night worship space I sensed to begin with checking in with others if they would like to share some of what God has been doing/saying in their personal times with Him and what it is like to be with Him… I did this with the hope that there would be a God -centeredness from the outset of our time in His space. I thought that sharing about our recent encounters with God’s presence would set up an atmosphere of hungering and thirsting for more of Him. In some ways, the opposite of what I had hoped for happened- it became about the people- guilt about not being with God, reasons why they find it difficult to be with Him etc. Sorting out the ‘stuff’ became the focus of the evening and there was a short time dedicated to being with God left. Perhaps there were times in that conversation that I should have interrupted or brought it back to where I thought the conversation was originally going… Or perhaps the mess of people’s lives and situations- feelings of powerlessness- was the very thing God was revealing that night, as a reminder that we can’t do anything without Him. I might be called to lead people in this season, but their stuff is too big for me. The most helpful thing we can do as leaders is be an example of lives surrendered to Him. The most useful thing I can do for others is model a life that makes space for God and acknowledges who He is. I offer every victory back to God and am humbled that He would choose me to partner with Him in all He is doing.

I was able to talk with a friend the next day and was affected by the word “emergence”. What God is committed to is the process of journeying with us toward Him- toward wholeness. His business is restoration. I’m realising that this takes different forms and even the gold can sometimes have mud on it! Perhaps He allows situations of mess so we can learn how to clean up and how much we need Him.

Over the weeks, I’m realising the extent of my dependency on God. My walk with Him in this life He’s given is not a stopping by every few days or even hours… It’s a moment by moment walk with Him. I want to be His resting place. I need to be committed to only doing what He says to do- no more, no less… I’m discovering how imperative it is that I depend on Jesus to lead and heal the people. I’m finding that often the hardest thing to do is to refrain from action.

God’s Space

Friday, June 5th, 2009 by katy

“Those who live according to the flesh have their mind set on the things of the flesh. Those who walk in the Spirit, have their mind set on what the Spirit desires”
(Romans 8:5).

When God began to Tabernacle with me at the same time I stepped into church leadership, I made a subtle assumption that He was doing this because of the work He was calling me to do in the church. I made a connection and presumed that God wanted to take up residence in my lounge-room because I had a worship team to lead… So I invited them there. Wednesday night ‘worship space’ was conceived- a time between 8pm and 10pm where people could come to our lounge room to pursue God’s presence and explore worship.

God honoured the desires of my husband and I to share with others what He was establishing in our home and each worship space has been graced with His presence.
People have met powerfully with God here. Although this was happening there was a feeling at the time that there was more to this that we just haven’t got yet. On the evening of 1st of April an hour before people were due to arrive God spoke to me very clearly, gently and graciously-leading forward in the journey. Regarding our home Tabernacle space He said: “It’s for me. It’s my space. I didn’t ask for a group, just space. I didn’t ask you to lead people in the space, I asked you to preserve a space, to maintain a space. Not to be a leader but a door keeper. It’s mine. It doesn’t matter who is there or who isn’t. It’s not the ‘what’ that happens there, it’s the WHY it is there- for Me.” With these words I got a deep sense of His call to maintain His dwelling place and that it’s out of that place of revelation I am to lead people. I somehow invaded the space with flesh before God had barely established Himself there. I made it about the people’s need for Him. I made it about a nice place to come and pray. I needed to repent of limited human centred understanding and to offer the space back to God as His.

Since then, God has been teaching me how to maintain the space- how to be a door keeper. This is a journey I am still on but it becomes clear when I think on the challenge of Romans 8 to walk in the Spirit. Do I fear man more than God? How much priority do I still give to the flesh?

Scotland’s ancient well now blesses me

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 by Helen

For just a few fleeing moments, too few they were, I sat immersed in a dimension of the presence of the Lord my soul longed for, but never tasted of in this way.

Until now.

Amidst 80 or so others, I sat high on a Scottish Loch affectionately known as Loch Insh. I was in the highlands of Scotland. And here since the 6th century, worship to God had been uttered from mouths of a northern gentile people.

What God had revealed of himself in a little Irish town called Bangor in the 5th century, was now washing upon the shores of Scotland & soon Western barbaric Europe.

Infact the presence of God that was so longed for, yearned for & sought for with every part of the mind, soul & body, was rewarded; & for 400years a well was opened where ‘springs of living water flowed’ in unprecedented levels. It was from this ancient well, that I sat, arrested by the presence of God.

The atmosphere was so clear in this set apart place. The space between heaven & earth was wonderfully thin & so easily connected with. It was almost immediate. I did not struggle to breath as I had in other encounters with the presence of God, but instead quite the opposite! With such ease & lightness, I sucked in great ‘chunks’ of his presence…only sensing with my mind in that moment a very small portion of all I was experiencing.

In fact like a slow release time bomb, I have since become increasingly aware of so much more that was part of those fleeting moments that day at Loch Insh. I can only describe that what was imparted to my body, mind & spirit, has over these days since awoken within me emerging with such wonder.

I tasted that day, the gorgeous, life impacting inheritance left by a people who wanted for nothing else but the presence of God, & were rewarded. It was such a concentrated zone, but where concentrated often means intense & strong, this was clear, filling, light & wonderfully sweet.

What an inheritance to leave the generations that would follow after them!

The Bible describes the presence of God in two ways. There is the general, ever present, filling the earth presence of God. Romans 1:20 testifies that God’s presence “has been clearly perceived ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made.”

But God also chose to place his presence in a specific way & location. In the Old Testament it was the Tabernacle & Temple he chose as his dwelling place. In the New Testament he chose the human body of a believer. In both cases, He chose a specific place to dwell.

In Matthew 6:10 Jesus shows his disciples how to pray. He exorts them to pray, “Your Kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” What is in heaven? God, his kingdom, his will; says this verse. What makes up his kingdom? Hebrews 8: 2 declares, “There He (Jesus) ministers in the holy place, the true Tabernacle of worship that was built by the Lord and not by human hands.”

Part of what makes up God’s Kingdom is a “Tabernacle of worship”, a holy place built by the Lord where he dwells in praises of his people.

So when we pray as instructed by Jesus, “Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven”, we are praying also for a place on earth where the King of Glory may dwell.

Tabernacles, like his presence, are expressed in two ways, within us & within a geographical location. To reject this idea is perhaps agreeing with Replacement Theology, which suggests we replace everything concerning Israel with ourselves, including rejecting the Old Testament. Jesus did not come to do away with the Law but fulfill it. There is a difference between doing away with something & fulfilling it!

As I experienced the beauty of his holiness that day at Loch Insh, I continued my journey in knowing God & learning what it means for me & my body to become such a place where His beauty might rest & dwell.

The principles & lessons learnt in administering geographical spaces for over some 5 years now in many different countries of the world, have helped me appreciate & grow an understanding of what it means for the King of Glory to consider dwelling within me.

I have needed both ways of Tabernacle, so may I suggest is a growing world of seekers & lovers of Jesus! Perhaps then, we shall also, as many saints who have gone before us, leave a beautiful inheritance for our children & children’s children!

New Passion for Jesus

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 by katy

I’ve been discovering that there’s something that happens in the Tabernacle spaces that is so much deeper than I ever thought. I could never understand what God does in me in those times until I’m out in my life, living out the fruit of being with God in a focused abandoned way. While I’m in there loving on Jesus, He is the object of my attention and my affection. In those places of surrender shifts take place, the hardened ground of my heart is broken up and I go out into my life with His Spirit in a deeper way. Love for Jesus and His wonderful presence is literally taking me over. Lately I have been having Tabernacle experiences not just in the Tabernacle space. I can’t contain what God is doing in me and it spills out. “My heart is stirred by a noble theme”. He has become my obsession and is always on my mind. I am distracted by this lover, this love, this Jesus, ever present. I can’t contain Him or separate Him. These last days God has been increasing my hunger for Himself, He seeks me out regularly. He makes His Tabernacle in me and I walk around my house, region, my life, driving in my car, with my spirit crying out to Him: “I just want to love on you Jesus. I just want to love you more, more, more”. There’s a groaning in me- a sense of losing myself and that I’m but a part of all of creation- laid open before God. He shows me Himself and my passion for Him is freshly ignited and I’m so hungry. He meets with me, drawing me close. He fills me and satisfies me until I’m overflowing with love for Him and I try to move on, to get on with life again…But it seems a hopeless cause these last few days. I’m just seeking Him. Normality is not an option because He’s everywhere and I’m so consumed with His presence. He saturates the very air I breathe. He catches my gaze, my attention and before I know it, I’m just with Him again, surrendering myself, numerous times a day. My dishes are building up but His word is so clear.

Today I was driving home when I found myself being drawn to a friend’s place- it was like I was driving but I wasn’t. I found my friend in her backyard and I approached her saying: “I don’t quite know why I’m here”. She seemed to know why I had come- she had something to show me. She led me through her house excitedly telling me how she had recently been kept up by God cleaning her room until 2.30am… The outcome- a new Tabernacle space and a painting she painted with the Holy Spirit last week. I knew at once that I was drawn to His presence now invited to be there in her home in a new way. I stayed for a while and my friend played me a song God has been using to minister to her of late. I felt privileged to share in God with her and the joy of knowing Him. We celebrated Him together and we (2 grown women) and our little boys danced to the song in her kitchen getting lost in God, His Spirit’s liberty…and how in Him, all things are possible.

A Munich Tabernacle Experience

Saturday, April 11th, 2009 by Mark

During our couple of weeks in Munich we had a few opportunities to hang out in the Tabernacle there, one evening there was an overwhelming sense of peace and then the next day I had this powerful encounter.

Here is the note that I wrote.

Mark there is more, more freedom for you. Bring it on God, bring it on. Mark I want you to stand and to receive from Me that which you for so long have sort from Me, stand now. I stood under the open roof vent window and felt a breeze flow across me, then I felt Gods presence rest heavily on me and I felt pressure and didn’t resist it so I fell down. I lay on the mat and the Spirit ministered to me, I don’t know what happened but it was deep, I then drifted off to sleep. It was a beautiful experience and I am sure God has done much, much restoring and much healing and much refreshing, Thank you Jesus, Thank you.

Man your Tabernacle is fantastic! Last night there was just the most wonderful peace and rest, so very very inviting, then now such power…

Hmm I think I want to stay here…

Thanks for allowing this space in your space

A Tabernacle experience I didn’t have

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009 by katy

Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects; therefore do not despise the chastening of the Almighty. For He bruises but He binds up; He wounds, but His hands make whole” (Job 5:17&18)

I have had an extraordinary night. It is after 2am in the morning but I felt I must write about it. Over the last few days I have been very busy with many people in my life who are in need. It feels like I have been rushing from one thing to another. Tonight I was at my father’s house with my husband and our boys having dinner. I dropped my husband and children off there first and went to a family who lived close by. They are an Aboriginal family who I worked with as their counsellor over the last 2 years. I still see them when they need support even though I don’t work at the workplace I was at. I dropped my family at my father’s and went to see them. The woman who was my client had her birthday yesterday and had communicated to me that she needed a “yarn” (talk). I had advocated to child protection just a year ago that this woman get custody of her daughter who was self harming in a small Aboriginal community in Western Australia. The daughter had come to live with her mother and I stood in awe of God as I watched Him provide for them. Not only had I seen them access housing; God had provided a scholarship for schooling for the daughter at a very prestigious girls grammar school in an expensive area of Melbourne. I watched the young woman blossom and excel in drama. More excitingly, Jesus sparked a fire in their hearts and over the year, I watched on as they become passionate lovers of Him. I worked very closely with them and got to know their stories of past trauma very intimately. It seemed God was replacing trans-generational cycles of drug and alcohol abuse, family violence, sexual abuse and trauma with healing, reconciliation, “a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11). But tonight, I sat down with the woman for a cuppa (cup of tea) and she told me that her 17 year old had something to tell me. The daughter told me that she is going to have a baby-resulting from their returning home over Christmas and to an old boyfriend. I spent most of the next hour listening to their plans, fears, their concerns, embarrassment and stories about what Jesus has been showing them. Interestingly, I had felt the Holy Spirit tell me that the daughter was involved with sexual sin the week before when I went to pick them up from the airport. Despite the ‘warning’ my heart was still heavy with the news of her pregnancy. It seemed they had come so far and that this was a major setback. We prayed together and I left them to return to my dad’s house where my family was.

My dad, step mother and their 3 teenage children were also at my dad’s when I arrived. Not long after I had finished eating my dinner (that had gone cold waiting for me to return) my 17 year old sister approached me, asking me if I would like to go into the city to watch the Australia Day fireworks. My 19 year old sister Rachael and some of her friends were also attending. I knew in a moment that there was a ‘rightness’ about me going with them but soon that small ‘yes’ in my spirit was drowned out with pictures of crowds in the city, my busy previous days and thoughts of the next few days that will also be busy. It is rare that my sister asks much of me at all and I could feel her eyes on me as I looked down to give my answer. She really wanted me to come and as I said ‘no’ I felt so wise, cocky and ‘aren’t I good for not getting sucked into busyness’.

Along with the news of the pregnancy of the daughter of my Aboriginal friend, in the car on the way home my husband made an innocent joke that triggered a deep pain in me, relating to a burden I have carried for a long time in my heart-to be pregnant with a daughter. A fierce determination rose up in me to get answers from God on this matter. I had carried this burden for a year or more and was ready to hear some solid direction from the Lord- was it supposed to be or not? I wept on the way home and as soon as we were in the door I started getting changed. I had been ‘welcomed’ to use Mark and Helen’s Tabernacle space to be with God and this was the night! It was close to 9pm after I had showered my children and put them to bed, but I was not going to leave that lovely space until God had shed some light on this thing I had been hurting about for so long. The leaving my home and making a journey to a specific place to meet with God, was, to me like a sign to God that I was ‘for real’. I text messaged Helen’s mobile, asking to use the space and didn’t get a reply. I tried to ring and no answer. I told my husband who was in full support of me going and he said “why don’t you drive over there and see what happens- bring your mobile”. When I got there I could see lights on- a good sign they weren’t a sleep, so I gently approached the door and knocked softly. Mark came to the door and explained that when he and Helen had prayed about me coming that night that God had said “no…it’s a timing thing. We didn’t know how to tell you, so decided not to text. It’s a bit awkward now that you’re here, but no. I hope you understand”. I didn’t. I left promptly, feeling so embarrassed and confused “God, what are you doing?” I got home, lay on the couch and waited. Helen had texted me to say ‘sorry’ and it wasn’t until an hour or so later that I was released to text her back “It’s ok”. As I sat there God slowly revealed to me why… The plan I had- to go there and talk to Him about ‘that thing’- wasn’t His plan. His plan for me tonight had been for me to spend time with my sisters. The Holy Spirit reminded me of the moment that He had revealed His desire for me to go with them “Remember that dear one. Remember that feeling.” Tears streamed as I realised I had missed it. I had rationalised away a divine appointment. There were good reasons not to go, but the Holy Spirit wants me to be sensitive to His promptings. I realised I had made a god out of creating space. He revealed to me that there will be days on end that it feels like I have one thing after another, but then there will be days to stop. Do I not trust Him to provide? Am I willing to be manoeuvred by the winds of His seasons? -Some fuller than others.

Had I come home and gone with my plan to pray about my issue and everything had fallen into place, I would have failed to be aware of that particular moment that I quenched the Holy Spirit -and most likely would have continued to do so… and might still? (Please God, no). I know if Mark and Helen had not prayed and chose to let me use that space, I would have met with God. -Because He is in there. But I could imagine I may have been so caught up in the love of who He is and dwelling in His presence in ‘my’ way-the way I wanted to, that I probably would have completely missed his point about timing and about what He actually had planned for me to do tonight- being with my sisters. I submit this to you; don’t assume God wants you in the Tabernacle. Ask Him first (or you might get embarrassed!) “I do want to speak with you about that thing. But just not tonight. There was another thing for you to do.” Also, Tabernacle is a space for God, so don’t be with Him there for what He can do for you. Be with Him for what you can do for/to Him. Don’t approach Tabernacle to get answers or to get anything- or with any other agenda (unless He gives you one).

Firstly tonight, He was showing me that I need to trust my ability to hear His voice, despite the circumstances that may be opposed to His direction. I tried to go to sleep a couple of hours ago but God has kept peeling the layers off the onion that is my soul and showing me more about the significance of what happened tonight! Last night, our 3 year old had woken up in the middle of the night and Daniel and I had got into an argument. Tired out, I had said to him: “I do want to speak to you about it but just not now”. It was a timing thing. God had given me an insight into how He feels, so secondly He was also showing me that He has prepared me for this night. He showed me a dream I had of Helen last week, on Thursday night. We were on a busy street outside an ATM and she was telling me “I won’t do to you what others have done” she hugged me and I knew that she was talking about rejection. Thirdly, God was shining light on brokenness that remains in me, that still needs healing. -Brokenness from my family of origin. -Remnants of anger and jealousy of my dad’s family from his second marriage. Anger left behind that maybe helped me to feel good about rejecting my sister’s request to go with them tonight- my opportunity to have power (cringe). There is so much God is showing me. He is doing a major clean up work in me. I’m weeping. It hurts, but I trust Him. He is a good Dad and He disciplines those He loves. It’s with this softness and humility that I will next approach my God in the Tabernacle- the place He dwells.

My tabernacle experience

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009 by katy

I was unsure where to blog in this website as I’m thinking that what I’m sharing includes all 3 categories- my tabernacle experiences over the last fortnight- which has included setting up one at home – but also contributing to the ongoing discussions. What a great resource and encouragement this site is!

A new journey in God began a number of weeks ago for me now and I have struggled to put words on what has happened. Doesn’t that speak of how big and uncontainable God is and the experiences we have with Him? Words aren’t enough.

Busy and Dry
The life giving breath of the Holy Spirit has recently come afresh into my life to awaken me and bring change. Despite seasons gone by of passion for God, my spiritual life has been very sleepy and reeking of apathy for quite some time. I didn’t know how disconnected and distracted from God I had become until He visited with me like He did. My husband and I have experienced much change in the natural realm since we were married 8 years ago. Change including study, moving interstate, two babies, a grieving process and this year in particular, both of us in changeable, demanding work positions while moving into and renovating the current house we are living in. Both of us have also continued in ministry positions at our local church. My busy, tired life was like death and dryness to my heart- its landscape mirroring the drought stricken land here in Australia.

Cleaning Out
My children and I attend a play group with the local mums (mainly church families) once a week. It was in this setting I first met Helen and her son, Joel-Mark, newcomers to our group. I enjoyed talking with Helen over the weeks, but there was something I found very unsettling about this new woman. I felt ‘squirmy’. I didn’t recognise this as God and the only thing I could put it down to was that there was a new mum in mums group and she had an ‘affect’ on me. Determined to understand more about why I felt this way I asked Helen and Joel-Mark to come and visit at my house one morning. The first thing I did as they walked up the stairs to my front door, was point out to them the massive pile of rubbish my husband had been pulling out from under the house- old heating systems, plaster, old toys, dust, rubbish… It was all sitting there at the side of the house and my youngest son had been unwell with terrible coughing at night and tummy problems as a lot of dust had been stirred up. Helen walked in and recognised the music I had playing, naming the singer and telling me that it was prophetic of the work we had been doing in cleaning out the house. As they left, Helen prayed for our family speaking words about the work we were doing in cleaning out the space for God to fill. Like a response, I went into auto mode with my deadened mind and blurted out words in the form of a prayer that felt quite empty. Then something rose up in me and I said “We love You Jesus”. My spirit had prayed it, and my mouth had gone along with it. Helen agreed with the prayer “Yes” and I sensed the Holy Spirit present in a moment. Out on the driveway, saying goodbye, Helen felt to lend me a Misty Ewards CD. I listened to it all afternoon and the music and lyrics were so life giving. I opened myself up to hungering after God again, my spirit inclining toward the warmth of God like a flower does to the sun. That same night, there was a big rain outside and I started to vomit like I never have before. This continued for 3-4 hours every 10 minutes. As I was lying in my bed listening to the rain outside and feeling very unwell, I had the sense that God was doing something big. The next day I woke up as though nothing had happened. I was not sick at all.

Listening to God
Over the next two days I kept playing the Misty Edwards music playing in my home and car and by Saturday night God’s presence was lingering with me. I spent some time reading on the Tabernacle website and my hunger for God increased. Late on Saturday night I tried to get ready to go to bed when I heard God say “There have been seeds that have fallen onto dead soil”. I was leading with the worship team at church the next morning and knew I should get to bed. I climbed in and tried to sleep, but God continued pouring His word into my heart. He showed me other people experiencing His presence again, a great awakening among the people of God. He told me He was coming like the rain and that He would bring the substance of our hearts back to life as the rain does the substance of the earth. I saw a returning to our first love. Jesus!! I saw fresh ears, fresh eyes, fresh hearts feeling alive again to God’s presence, aching to be with Him and to see Him- years of a dormant crop taking affect. I felt God arousing His people to places of faith again: faith in a yet to be seen harvest, a harvest people had given up on. I was up that night until 3am praying and listening to God. I tried to go to sleep only to be awoken by His voice. I mentioned it to my pastor who then released me to share my experience with the church. As I spoke about the rain of God, it rained outside.

Tabernacle
That same afternoon I got home from church and I was overcome by an overwhelming desire to clean up. I found myself moving furniture and clearing space. I shuffled, cleaned and prayed while the worship music played. I didn’t know what I was doing until I felt God instructing me to put one half of our lounge room aside for Him- a tabernacle; a dwelling place for His presence. I was raised in and met Jesus in the Catholic Church, and therefore the notion of sacred spaces was familiar to me. It felt very natural to return to my first love in this way. In the Catholic Church a tabernacle is a place where the Eucharist (Jesus manifest in the communion bread) is stored and I remember my dad taking me to mass as a little girl and reminding me to genuflect towards the tabernacle as I entered a church.

Change
It’s been nearly 3 weeks since that day God took up residence here and there has been huge change in my house and in my family and I. God has given me opportunities to pray for people to be healed (perhaps they were always there and I just didn’t recognise them)… and He’s released me to share the hunger He has given me with other people. The biggest change however, is in the way I am with God and what He does with me in that space on my lounge room floor. Prayer and reading the bible has gone from being a chore to a delightful feast, so much so I sometimes choose prayer over food and sleep. His word has been coming alive to me and stories I’ve carried with me since childhood are becoming real and life giving (like the dormant harvest I saw springing forth with the rain of God). I’ve revisited the Old Testament and God’s relationship with His beloved Israel again- as though for the first time. I’m aware of the word in my heart and sensing God’s eye on me as one of His chosen people who He’s longing to be with, like Moses, Jonah, Joseph and David. I feel called and purposeful and approved of. Jesus of the gospels is also captivating me again. That I- in all my uncleanness could minister to Him. That He would enjoy me and what I do to Him. That I could do anything to Him! That He would even notice! The exchange of love I am blessed with in God’s presence is something I can’t begin to describe.

The Flesh
There continue to be busy days in my family life and time with God can get neglected. It’s in those times I realise with despair how quickly and easily I take back control of my life. Just as the housework piles up, so too does the house work in my heart. How quickly the filth of the flesh builds. The dirty washing, dishes, thoughts… I can see why Paul needed to “pray without ceasing”. On one occasion soon after my God encounter begun, I realised just how little space there was for this big God in my full life. He has a lot of work to do in my unclean heart and that takes time. I felt a free falling sensation and a bit out of control. Gripping at the sides I attempted to plan how I might return to normality and structure- how I might fit God in. It was like a default mechanism I returned to after years of bad habits, but all the while God was gracious and every few nights I would rise in the dark and spend intimate hours with Him, usually in the book of Psalms.

Him
Even when I wander He gently pursues me and draws me back in toward Himself and all I can do is lay there allowing Him to. This week has been interesting as just when I don’t think I can hold anymore in, He ushers me in again revealing another layer of His grace and glory until there’s no more room and I have to shed layers of myself just to be. One morning I woke up early with Psalm 63 on my heart where it says “…Your love is better than life” and the Holy Spirit resounding in me “Do you really believe that? What then are you willing to sacrifice in response to this- if that’s true?” Later that day, I was ministered to by Misty Edwards singing “Letting go of the mountain view, letting go- but what into?” and I felt like Mary pondering all these things in my heart, wondering what all this means and where it’s all going. What would it be like for me to live as the Israelites and not move until that cloud moved and not stop until that cloud stopped? The relinquishing of my self and my life as it was, to be with Him.

Dead men, see God…

Friday, January 2nd, 2009 by Helen

“Then the churches had rest throughout all Judea & Galilee & Samaria, & were edified; & walking in the fear of the Lord, & in the comfort of the Holy Spirit, were multiplied.”
Acts 9:31

These words has been echoing in my spirit for some weeks now… “Walking in the fear of the Lord & in the comfort of the Holy Spirit”.

How differently we walk, when we do so knowing the fear of the Lord! I have observed in my own life & in the lives of others, that there is a very different way of walking after experiencing the terrifying, sobering reality we call the ‘fear of the Lord.’ Those who have encountered this aspect of the presence of the Lord are never the same again. For it is indeed a terrifying thing, the fire of God (Hebrews 12:28-29). From this moment on, there is a very deep knowing that comes when God will not tolerate our flesh anymore for it reeks of the world, & in his great love, shakes us & delivers us. This is the awesome raw power of our God. A terrifying thing. Only dead men, see God’s face & walk away. God warned Moses this. “No one can see My face & live.” (Ex 33:20) People who have been prepared to be ‘broken & contrite of heart’ (Psalm 51) when God shakes the heavens & the earth, see Him. It takes death to really see Him. They know & have tasted of His holiness, his sacredness. He restores our respect & awe of Him. This is a treasured thing. There are never any regrets the other side of experiencing the fear of God.

At some point in the journey, in the pursuit of the presence of God, we will encounter His holiness… & therefore, our unholiness. If we do not, it is not His presence!

Yet it is those who have encountered the fear of God, that also know the incredible undeserved comfort of the Holy Spirit. The sweetness, the amazing gentle but honest comfort of the Holy Spirit. With the raw power & uncompromising holiness comes a tenderness, a comfort. Such apparent opposites existing together. When God comes, He messes with our heads & definitions of what is acceptable; what is understandable. Ask Mary! When the Holy Spirit came, she got pregnant. It got messy for Mary. How people talked & what a headache for Joseph! Who would believe that a young girl, engaged to be married was made pregnant by God!!! Yet in the midst of all the mess, was the comfort of the Holy Spirit. To both Mary & Joseph, this came through angels. Keep an eye out for feathers! Since May 2008, we have been experiencing feathers appearing in our house, our clothes, all kinds of places. In Bethel Church USA, feathers have been falling from the steal Basketball stadium roof where the Church meets, for over 13 years now! God messed with what was acceptable. Opposites exist together. Fear & comfort.

The followers of Jesus walked in the fear of the Lord & the comfort of the Holy Spirit & they were edified & found rest. There is such amazing rest, walking in the fear of the Lord & the comfort of the Holy Spirit!

I will waste my Life

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008 by Mark

Here is another song from Misty Edwards of IHOP.
It is a wonderful hearts cry to surrender to Jesus and a wonderful tool to take us into worship. It fits well with the thought of our lives as an Alabaster Jar.

So why not put everything else aside for 5 mins and let your heart minister to the Lord as you sing this song to Him.

Don’t pray for peace

Monday, October 27th, 2008 by Mark

I was spending time in the Tabernacle the other day and I was praying and asking God about some relational stuff that I was going through and I heard Him say to me “Don’t pray for peace in your relationships pray for Health”. At first I was confused by the first part of this, don’t pray for peace?? I thought surely I heard that wrong. But then as I thought about it, the absolute profoundness of this hit home. If ‘peace’ in a relationship is your main thing or main goal then your responses and what you allow people to do are very different than if ‘health’ in a relationship is the main thing. I started to think about different relationships that I have with people, and how I believe that I have been for years having ‘Peace’ as the ultimate aim. The outcome of this is that I have allowed and participated in unhealthy stuff that I was uneasy about but allowed because doing as the other party wanted bought ‘peace’ or at least avoidance of conflict. Now as I have walked in this new revelation for a couple of weeks, I do truly believe it was a word from God as I believe it is profound and it has bought great freedom and health to me.

When I have ‘health’ as my ultimate goal I am not afraid of or manipulated by a little ruffling of feathers or other people not getting what they want from me, like I would have been if I was looking for peace. When Health in relationships is my goal, I am finding myself to be freer to be myself to say what I truly believe and to be more forthright and honest. I can say that I am enjoying this revelation and that I love healthy relationships. Interestingly enough, ‘true peace’ comes when you know that you have acted in open healthy ways, the false peace or calm may be disrupted along the way, but the true peace that comes from healthy relationships is well worth it. Maybe I have finally learnt what ‘peace’ in relationships actually is??!!

I am cautious that I need to keep pride in check as I do this, always acting in humility otherwise I might find myself pridefully disrupting relationships or not caring enough for the feelings of others, but I have a new main thing that I aim for in relationships, it is no longer Peace but now HEALTH.

A woman’s right to choose – Is it OK to choose to murder?

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008 by Mark

I have just read two articles in the paper online, one saying that 2009 will mark 150 years since the publication of Darwin’s “Origin of the species” and another on some legislation before the Victorian parliament today about legalising abortion.

It makes me contemplate the connection here. The article points to some specific assumptions about life, either there is some order and purpose, ie a creator or there is not, and everything is just random and by chance. I see a clear connection with this science, or actually it is not science which by definition is a reproducible provable event, but an ideology of no creator and the thought that a woman’s right to choose can make it Ok to kill an unborn baby. I remember being in Russia and told of some abortions in Eastern Europe where as a baby was being born (full term) when the head first became visible then a hole would be drilled in the scalp of the baby and the brains pulled out with a hook, this of course killed the baby which was then born dead. I feel sick as I write this but as the baby was never born this was considered OK. You have got to be kidding.

The legislation before the Victorian parliament is talking about legalising the killing of a foetus in the mother’s womb as being OK if it is before a certain number of weeks and not Ok if it is after that point???

A woman’s right to choose, I really think that at the point of conception then the choice has been made and I will clearly state right here that I think it is murdering a human being to take that new life by any means at any time. In our world travels we have discovered that the Koreans have two numbers that they can give you if you ask how old they are, the Korean way is to say your age from when you were conceived but they also can answer in the western way of their age since their birth. I like this a lot, not because it makes me older but clearly as it shows that life begins at conception.

When our child was in the womb we decided to discover the gender and release the name of our child before he was born, this was amongst a pro abortion climate that we are in and Doctor’s suggesting screenings of our child in case there were defects that we might choose not to live with. I remember being given this choice once with a cat in a vet’s office I was comfortable with that but I was very uncomfortable with this offer in regards to a human.

As I write this I remember another little controversy surrounding circumcision. There were voices saying it is not Ok for parents to choose to cut their young child in this way, he may not want that in adult life. Yet now I am hearing it is going to be OK to kill a child just so long as he is only a certain number of weeks in the womb, I do believe that in every case the child would have preferred to live, to at least have the chance to choose to breathe.

It should be pretty obvious to everyone reading this Blog that I am a Christian, I believe that there is a creator and I believe that He (God) is actually very involved and very accessible. I also believe that life begins at conception and that it is not Ok for anyone to step in for any reason and to end that life.

There is one more article from today’s paper that I would like to mention it talks of a little premature baby born in Israel at 23 weeks, that came back to life after 6 hrs in the morgue. I think that God is saying something with this and I think that God has some very special plans for that little life. As I now go back to check the link I see that she has died. But I also noticed that her stories is the No1 link in the world news most viewed stories. Born tiny, died, rose again then died again and the world hears the news all in the day that it happened. What a story, what a life, she has undoubtedly impacted more people with her couple of hours of life than many people will in the entirety of their lives. Today’s legislation wants it to be Ok to kill babies up to 24 weeks, it seems in Israel today that maybe life can begin before full gestation.

Tabernacle time in Church…

Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 by Helen

Recently while we were in Adelaide, South Australia we met with “Ann”, a leader in a local church there. We were talking about the concept of Tabernacle & of the rest that often happens in the presence of the Lord, when Ann felt from the Lord to lead a form of Tabernacle time in Church the following Sunday. This is how it went that day…

 

“Sunday was interesting. As the Pastor and I prayed before worship I asked the Lord to help me keep my hands off, but to be a facilitator of what he was doing. He had to remind me of that during the service as the message went a lot longer than I’d anticipated and open time for ‘resting in the Lord’ looked like being shorter and shorter. As I started to fret a little he just reminded me “My agenda, not yours” so I settled back and went with the flow. ‘Rest’ time ended up being about 15 minutes towards the end of worship.  A lot of people just sat in their seats but some got up sat on the floor elsewhere in the chapel; I think one or two went out into the foyer area.  I pretty much gave them permission to do whatever felt right to them and the Lord. There didn’t seem to be too much restlessness to indicate that people were struggling with the quiet and the unstructured time. I helped create the space, what He did with it was up to Him. I did have one lady speak to me afterwards about how much she’d appreciated just being able to rest in the Lord’s presence, and that was encouraging.”

The Common and The Holy

Thursday, July 10th, 2008 by Helen

About 2 years ago, I was mopping the floor of our apartment in Munich Germany, where we lived at the time. I had been mopping other parts of the floor area when I came to the Tabernacle area. I began mopping when all of a sudden I stopped. The Lord said to me, “Do not make common what is holy. Go, change the water & use fresh water in this space.”

Over the years we have been asked, “What’s the big deal about setting apart a physical space for the Lord? How can that be different from anywhere else? Anyway, isn’t our body now the ‘temple of God?” This is a question we confronted on our journey of discovering Tabernacle. White Australia does not have a concept nor experience of a sacred space set apart for one particular purpose, other than perhaps the football ground! So part of God taking us to Europe was to deposit this in us & give us an experience of this. Interestingly, first nations (indigenous) peoples all have a concept & experience of sacred spaces.

Ultimately, this is a holiness issue, a holiness question. The very word, holy, means set apart, consecrated. To ‘set apart’ & then consecrate to the Lord a room, chair, time, space of some sort, is to make it holy. Our God is a holy God & when He chooses a space of time or place, & fills it with His presence, He makes it holy.

There were two Tabernacles in the Old Testament before the Temple came. The Tabernacle of Moses teaches us about this very issue of holiness. The second Tabernacle (of David) was about worship & prayer. If we do not understand the holiness of God & know a fear of the Lord, we will worship & pray in a way that will be common, ordinary. Likewise if we do not understand that a holy God has chosen our bodies as His place of dwelling, His temple, & set it apart, consecrating it to Him, we will make it common. We can defile what God sees as holy by treating it as ordinary, normal; like mopping a floor with dirty water. Commonness is the greatest enemy of what is holy, special, sacred.

“Be careful not to treat the holy things as though they were common.” Numbers 18:32