As in heaven, so on earth.
Longing. Benchmark. Calling, which doesn’t allow to stop, doesn’t allow to be satisfied with what’s today. Yet, He encourages Himself, to ask for that, to look for it.
„…and there was a throne in heaven, and the person who sat there had the appearance of jasper and ruby, a rainbow like an emerald encircled the throne…from the throne came flashes of lightning, rumblings and thunders” Rev 4.
There’s no need to imagine too much. His word doesn’t leave any space for guesses. Colour after colour around His presence. He, Saint God, who is just expressing Himself that way. Decided it will look just like that. Reality of heaven.
Lightnings, voices and thunders – spectacular noise, horrifying.
A lot of fire, probably also a lot of smoke.
„…and I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder…like harpists playing their harps”. Rev 14
Undoubtely it’s something deeper than experience from Niagara. Because of this noise everything is trembling.
The light trown by Revelation doesn’t leave any doubts, that by facing of what’s in heaven, one can’t stand still. Expression, atmosphere, far away from steady stillness of the body. Harmonic loudness of heaven, like the sound of many harps. Unimaginable beauty of heavenly uproar. It seems, one could lose their hearing because of that volume.
Absorbing vision, which brings questions: how, in that two – room flat…in the fourth row of benches and seats with soft backs, how with head full of thoughts about shame…how to follow loud, heavenly expression, in which strange creatures full of eyes and wings surround God, screaming day and night: Saint, Saint, Saint give glory, thanksgiving.
„…the twenty – four elders fall down before him who sits on the throne… they lay their crowns and say: You are worthy, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honour and power”. Rev 4
They really say it. Those who are in front of His throne, watching God, they say it:God is worthy of such worship!
He deserves all that tumult! Tumult full of movement, falling in front of Him, bows, screaming day and night tirelessly „ Saint, Saint, Saint”.
Yet it’s written THERE.
None made – up ideology, charismatic exaggeration.
Movement, one of the symptoms of heaven.
Deserves, is worthy, to throw crowns in front of Him – everything we are, unreservedly expressing with body by falling in front of the Saint.
Astonishing heavenly lack of steadiness towards Mejsty.
As in heaven, so on earth. Yes.
Fulfilment of calling, yes, it probably can surprise.
Movement, colour, noise, scream, new song, worship.
What if it happened on Sunday at 10.30.
Or on Monday, somewhere between home TV and a sofa.