Hi, I'm Phoebe. Today, I determined I would watch the sun come up on top of Mount Hermon. So, I rose early and made the long climb up the mountain. Fortunately, I brought some bread and water with me to sustain me as I went.
I was not prepared for what I saw upon reaching the summit.
There was a light shining so bright, I had to throw my arm over my eyes. To my amazement, I heard a voice from above. As a cloud overshadowed us, I put my arm down.
"This is my Son, the Beloved; with him I am well pleased; listen to him!"
My knees buckled as my heart melted with fear. For some time, I was on the ground.
I heard another voice that said, "Get up and do not be afraid."
As I got to my feet, I saw a little off in the distance, three men getting up from the ground, with the help of a man I knew as Jesus, the rabbi.
Could this have been the Son, the Beloved, the voice from above spoke of?
Reflection
I remember a time I felt awe in the presence of God. I had to fall on my face. There was no alternative.
One evening, I went to a local revival. I was living in Boston at the time. I had a friend who took myself and a team to various event to sing as a worship team.
At the beginning of the service, a small woman with blond hair came to the front, took a mike and simply said, "I have been worshipping with this song in my prayer time for a few weeks. I hope this blesses you."
With this statement, she lifted the mike and sang a familiar song with a power and anointing I have only experienced a few times.
The song was 'Desperate for you.' She gave the popular song a few lyrics I had not heard before. Or maybe the Holy Spirit was speaking to me so powerfully he gave me personal lyrics.
After the last note, she laid the microphone down and returned to her seat. The presence of God fell so powerfully, I was compelled to fall to the floor and with my face to the ground for I don't know how long.
But when I finally raised my head, not everyone was on the floor, but a significant number were.
And that is my glory story.