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(The Enjoyment of Christ continued) We were warmly welcomed into their apartment and yet still very uneasy. At their table the prayer was sincere, real, and touching. They all prayed together, one by one. Never before had I been inwardly touched by prayer. To me, prayer was just something from memory, a duty and not a real encounter with God. This was very different They all had that complete smile, and their eyes looked at you directly in speaking and listening. What was so attractive about them? We consented to go to their meeting. How surprised I was! There were about fifty of them, and they all expressed what I had seen at the apartment – a smile that was not empty and a look of interest that was not false. We were handed Bibles and song books. I was amazed to see them singing with all of their hearts to God. They began to stand up one by one and speak clearly about Christ in their experience. Some spoke of Him in the Bible as being the Tree of Life. Some praised Him for being so wonderful, real, and present to them. I believe my mouth must have been open. I was enthralled. I had never heard such things before. Their words were full of meaning and content, and their expressions showed that they were satisfied. All of them were happy, and they all said it was because of Jesus. In singing a song which said, “The Tree of Life, how sweet the fruit, with Christ as life complete. How precious did that tree become when I began to eat,” my eyes dropped to the floor. I was convinced that I had never taken Christ in. I had not known it was possible. Suddenly, David stood up, weeping and pointing to them all. I wondered what he was going to do. He was not like that at all. He was just like me, not like them. Then he said, “I don’t know what you people have, but I want it!” When David sat down I stood up and said, “He wanted to go out dancing tonight. I’m so glad we’re here!” With those words I opened my heart to the Lord. In tears I sat down; David and I embraced. Now we were both like them; we had let the Lord Jesus come into us. Our first bite of the Tree of Life was so sweet. (The Last Trumpet, Vol. 1, No. 6) |
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