Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Persepolis

I've had a lot of cool things happen to me in my life. There was the time I sat in the street, blocked traffic and got arrested with my rebel priest and fellow church members and took a crooked suburban Mayor and a store selling drug paraphernalia to task. That was pretty cool. Going to the Southwest to visit the Indian ruins at Mesa Verde, and other such places was also a highlight. And I have no words to describe Arches National Park in Moab, Utah. But as far as God ordained experiences, there is one that tops the cool list without competition...

The one place I want to visit more than anywhere in the world is Persepolis. But being that it is located in Iran ... I'm not holding my breath...Persepolis was the main palace of King Xerxes and Darius. It is believed that Nehemiah, Daniel and Esther all spent time there. A while back, I was going through a particularly difficult trial by fire. It was pretty rough. In fact it was one of the most difficult things I have ever endured. There were days when I literally had to pray my way out of bed. One morning during this time while I was worshipping before our church service, I saw myself in the Spirit. I was worshipping at Persepolis. I wondered what on earth it meant. It was an intense experience to say the least. As I sat in service a while later, I heard the voice of the Holy Spirit speak to me almost audibly. He directed me to go to the Oriental Institute at the University of Chicago, a place I had not been in nearly twenty years and remembered nothing about. Now mind you, I am not one of those people who says that God told me what to wear today, what to eat today, etc... I went on line as soon as I got home and found out that the next time I would be able to visit would be Tuesday. Tuesday morning, after prayer, I scooted over to the Oriental Institute. I walked through the museum and saw some very fascinating things. Took a few notes, etc, still wondering why I was there. I finally entered the last room and read the plaque on the wall. "Persepolis Exhibit." And I was so glad I was alone, because I could have sat down in the middle of the floor right then and there and bawled like a baby. I walked around looking at the different artifacts, fighting the tears. It made me breathless to think that Queen Esther herself had walked past the same adorned columns that I now stood beneath. I went to the gift shop and bought a lapis and silver ring to commemorate the event. To remind me of what had happened. I made a pledge to God that day, that I was married to my destiny, and that I would do all I could do to overcome any obstacle and desire that would try to pull me away from my God ordained purpose. The whole experience still blows my mind, and the Oriental Institute has become one of my haunts. I wear my ring nearly everyday. When things happen that discourage me, I take it off and hold it up to my face and look at it, I remember how God spoke to my heart and ordered my steps to give me a word of encouragement in one of my darkest hours. I remember that it was just between He and I, that He didn't need anyone else's help to speak to me, just my obedience. I remember that I am part of a holy nation and a royal priesthood. And that's pretty cool.

8 comments:

Constantine said...

Angevoix,
What in the world do you mean you saw yourself in the spirit?

voixdange said...

Sometimes I will see things. I'm not even sure how to explain it. It isn't like seeing a ghost or anything like that. But its like an intense image in your mind that isn't your imagination, or like you're picturing things. It comes from another source and you know it. It happens to me sometimes during prayer and worship, or sometimes when I am first waking up in the moring yet not awake enough to let the cares of this world interfere...
You know because of the nature of my life, I am blessed to be able to spend a lot of time in quiet contemplation and prayer...but this experience was truly exceptional I beleive because God knew the depth of what I was going through in my life at that time.

voixdange said...

Another post that I wrote concerning a
simmilar experience was "They Tied Themselves to the Mast and Steering Wheel to Keep from being Thrown Overboard." It was a very early post.

Constantine said...

Hmm. I read your “mast” post too. Visions I suppose. I don't know Angevoix. I don't presume to say what you experience is not true.

I want to ask you a question. If you choose to respond please provide me an honest answer if you would.

As a charismatic Angevoix, do you feel sorry for me that I haven't had or more frankly don't want to experience these types of things—tongues, visions, etc.? Are you tempted to pray for me, so that I too might experience God more fully?

voixdange said...

ha ha ha. The thought never crossed my mind. I pray for you as I pray for myself, that you would know him in His fullness and be saturated with His presence.

voixdange said...

Sorry C. That is what comes from blogging late at night... My prior answer should have read that it never crossed my mind to feel sorry for you.

My father was one of the most deeply spiritual people I have ever known, yet he never spoke in tongues. But he walked very closely with God and knew his voice. I don't know this for a fact, but I doubt that C.S. Lewis spoke in tongues, but my God! Look at his writings!
God is so incredibly infinite! To think that we could have even scratched the surface because of one type of spiritual encounter...

I found a benefit to operating in the gifts of the spirit...I noticed a big difference in my worship and prayer, and when I read the Bible it was like the words would jump off the page at me. But I have known many people who have claimed to be Spirit filled...and by their actions made me wonder which spirit they were actually filled with...
But I would rather have evidence of the fruit of the Spirit than the gifts of the Spirit if I had to make a choice.

Constantine said...

I followed your first response just fine. Burning the late night oil, huh? I actually prefer staying up late. Of course, my day to day life makes me pay a price when I follow my normal propensity.

A while back I was reading a book about mission statements and vision (not the charismatic kind--ha) and one question among many used to help you think through your innate motivations etc. was, "Consider the elements (earth, wind, fire, water). Which are you primarily (though everyone has some of each and probably a minor to your major) and why?" After some contemplation I said wind. But now more and more I think in truth earth is more me with wind being secondary. They don't always compliment each other either. Do you get my drift Angevoix?

Making some changes I see.

voixdange said...

Yes, I think I follow you...I have thought often that I am very akin to wind. My life is very free in that repsect. At least free as far as being able to follow the Spirit's leading...
I kind of like it that way...