20th January 2014
VISION: The Courtyard
I saw a courtyard.
It was dark and gloomy all around. A flicker of light emanated from a house within this dilapidated property. There was nothing growing in the garden except thorns and thistles.
In the midst of this scene of desolation, I heard a cry of anguish. First a female voice, then a male, and then the shouts of many…….all unaware of the others’ presence in that house.
The people in the house had in the past, willingly submitted themselves to the enemy, who had tied them in ropes. When they had first been bound, it had not bothered them as the cords were so loosely wrapped around them, that they always felt that they could throw them off and walk away any time they pleased.
Over a period of time, none could recall the exact day or hour, but the ropes around them had begun to gradually tighten. Nonetheless, they tolerated it, as it had not completely restricted their movements and activities.
But now the ropes had been so tightened that they were deeply wounded and bleeding.
As I gazed at the windows of the house, I did not see the faces of the residents, but rather their shadows on the walls. They were crying out to the Lord to cut them free from the ropes.
I was made to understand, within the vision, that this was not the first time these people had cried out to the Lord. They had done so many a times and the Lord had cut their ropes and every time, they had rushed out of the house with great exhilaration, but had never managed to get past the courtyard.
Rope-free was good, but they feared for their provision. In that old dilapidated house they could avail themselves of the bare minimum. The fear of venturing out into the unknown and fending for themselves would terrorize them. They would get as far as the courtyard but then dash back to the house. In silent resignation these folks would take the ropes that had been cut off of them and tie themselves up in it, and await the enemy to come and tighten the cords.
Now, here were the inhabitants again, in pain and agony, the ropes were cutting into them, some were almost choking, but all were crying out to the Lord to free them of the ropes that bound them.
Suddenly to their great joy, the ropes loosened and fell to the ground.
The residents stepped over the pile of ropes and ventured out into the courtyard. Condemning, accusing voices assailed them from every side. Scriptures were being misquoted to attack them so that they would return to the dwelling. It was as if they had entered a war zone. Threatening, critical and abusive voices troubled them from every side.
In the past, the enemy had not had to work very hard to get the people back into the quarters. The people would return out of their own fears.
But now the adversary had to work very hard.
These folks were earnest about fleeing from his clutches.
Nothing was working. The opponent now began playing on their fears.
I saw these people, moving, some on their knees, others fell prostrate on the ground and calling loudly upon the Lord, pushed their bodies forward on the ground, with their arms. Those who walked waved their arms in the air, thanking and praising God.
For years these folks had believed that they could never escape their bondage and oppression. That they would die in their self-made prison. This time, by their actions, they were determined to make it amply clear that they were serious and would not turn back as they had done in the past, for they had understood that there was nothing impossible for their God.
Beyond the courtyard, there was neither a gate, nor a door nor an archway. As the people gradually moved away from the perpetually darkened estate, their eyes suddenly beheld the daylight.