Written on October 7, 2015. By Shari Norvell
Music is a passionate prompt for me. A song can completely rip me open the first time I hear it and then I will listen to it over and over, each hearing bringing a soothing thread that weaves me back together. Music is what led to journaling for me. As each hearing of a song reveals and relates the message Pappa is sending, I can write for days on one song. I filled half a journal through the songs from Chris Stewart’s “Awe” CD. The first bible study I wrote was from journal entries I did when listening to my favorite Watermark CD. In writing this, I realize I may have what could seem to be an addiction, but is truly a prescription He gave me to discover everything within something. Through it, I learned to ask Pappa what things that mean something to me mean to Him. And the important became precious. The touching, piercing. And the moving, life changing.
So for the past few weeks, there are two songs I have been listening to over and over. Their titles are almost exact. One is lyric wealthy. The other a simple refrain. “When You Walk Into The Room” by Plumb and “When You Walk In The Room” by Kari Jobe are the recent songs that have me singing, remembering and drawing near. And it all started with this line, “When you walk in the room, there’s nothing like it.”
There was nothing like it for the family of an “only sleeping” girl whose room Jesus walked in. Her awakening resurrected her family. Suddenly, everything had meaning. Including the name of her father. Jarius, a common Hebrew name of the day. Ya’ir. “God Enlightens”.
There was nothing like it for the eleven, reclining in an upper room full of unbelief and fear toughened hearts. He had been glorified and magnified but they wouldn’t hear the ones who had seen, for they didn’t fully understand the One they had seen. Yet. They were stuck in transition, dead to who they were, until He walked in. And the transitioned became the commissioned. Eleven who drew near to all that separated them from Him, now close and closing in as they went forth with revelatory endurance, nurturing strength. Transformed heirs, preserved to honor and tended for the careful cause they were created for.
The rooms Jesus entered did not, do not always have four walls, though every wall comes down. The Samaritan woman was housed in the shame she tried to cover the not love of her life with. He surrounded her with hesed and her home was built. The disciples trembled in a boat, dwelling in fear. In a storm tossed sea, He found the courage they had forgotten was within them, no matter what they were surrounded by and His warriors were resurrected.
A hebrew word for room is ‘lishkah’ and means “room, chamber, hall or cell.”
I’m going to get science-ish for a moment.
You’ve been warned.
Room and chamber have nice connotations. A hallway even sounds like you are going somewhere, towards something. But a cell, that sounds a bit like prison. Unless. Unless you get completely wrapped up in God’s design of us. Or maybe stay wrapped up in it. Hemmed and held.
The name for cells (those in our body) was given by a man who thought that cells looked like the rooms monks slept in. He went on to call cells, cities. In his day, that was modern thinking and an ancient thought, which he may not have remembered. Cells are very active places hemmed with a wall which protects all inside from foreign items and danger. At the same time, it allows good things like food and neighbors in. Sounds a bit like Jericho, like the cities of our history and the restored land of Nehemiah.
Within us are trillions of these reminders that He wants room, He desires to walk into our room. You can tell when things are really important to Him, for He will sow it, tell it, reveal it in absolutely everything. The story in the Heavenlies has a whole chapter on how important rooms are. For each tabernacle is a room where the sun lingers and dwells. And one of those rooms is one of the few that actually makes a picture. An encircled city with stars that mean “safe, rest, restored, satisfied and prepared.” He really likes rooms.
The science part is over.
Thought I should announce that for those who were hoping it was going to get better and those who were afraid it was going to get worse. 🙂
Does the God of all creation want to be contained? No, but he longs to dwell. To meet us exactly where we are so we can prepare for a journey together. Whether we are held or hedged, He comes. And there is nothing like it.
But sometimes in the coming, well often, He needs to tump over our thinking in order to deliver understanding. Cuz sometimes we are a funny people instead of a peculiar one. We cry lack (loudly!) yet say we are full.
A really, really good definition of room is, “space that can be occupied where something can be done.” Love that. Truth. But here’s the rub. Isn’t there always a rub? That’s okay though, it makes the rough places smooth. What can be done is viewed in terms of whether there is enough. So either “there’s only room for a twin bed in there” or “there is so much room, we can put in a twin bed too.”
How much room do you have in your room?
Write about the first time He came to your room? For me, that first “visit” was from Jesus followed quickly by a knock from the Holy Spirit. Maybe first encounter was Pappa. Let Him recreate the moments for you. Let Him refresh and renew it for you so its like it happened today. And then invite Him (them) to come again.
Ask for revelation of any way(s) you have filled up your space and can only allow so much of Him in. Journal and pray through!
Extra credit – ummm, cuz we are totally grading this 😉 Listen to a song that you love, are impacted by and journal about it.