The Court Room

(This writing comes from a couple of visions that were given by the Lord to explain what mercy and grace are for God’s children.)

There I was sitting in the Court Room.  The room was filled with the brightest of lights and the greatest sound of silence I had ever experienced.  There was no jury in this Court Room.  There was only one Attorney; and He was there to represent me.  There was only one Judge; we were awaiting His entry into the room.  There were people in the room seated behind me in a separate section; but I was alone seated in a box-like cubby in front of the Judges seat.

I did not feel condemned.  I felt safe.  I did not know why I felt safe, because where I sat was in the chair of guilt, but I did not “wear” it.  I could sense there were people there to cheer me on in God’s love, and I also had a knowing that there were people there hoping that I would take on the “garment of guilt and shame”, condemning myself.  I had people who wanted me to be rooted and grounded in Love who were silently praying for me, and then there were people working with the enemy speaking silently about my deserving of punishment.  No voices were allowed in the Court Room except the Judge’s voice, the Attorney’s voice and my own.  Every other voice was silenced by the authority of the Judge.

The appointed time arrived!  The door opened.  All of us stood up and then came to our knees in reverence.  Even those who did not want to bend their knees in reverence had to; it was an automatic response that could not be stopped.  It was awesome!  The Judge came and sat in His seat on the Judge’s Throne.  We all sat in unison without anyone having to tell us.  We responded to His silent leading.  The robe that He wore said multitudes about His authority.  No one dared to speak in His presence without being invited to talk.  And in this room, all knew whose voices had the right to speak.  The rules were not overlooked by anyone; no one tried to usurp the Judge’s authority.

There I sat before the Judge.  I looked up as He was handed the paper with the charge against me.  He read the charge silently to Himself.  Then He looked up at me with the warmest eyes of love.  The love in His eyes was piercing.  I had to decide to continue to look into His eyes.  It caused a pain deep in my heart, but it was a good pain.  I sat in silence with my eyes glued to His.  He then cleared His throat.  He read the charge against me aloud.  Everyone was able to hear it.  He was not quiet, but spoke it for all to hear.  The look in His eyes NEVER changed; it was full of love for me.  My heart hurt in the deepest of places as I watched Him read my sin out loud.

After reading the charge, He looked at me and asked me, “How do you plead?”  I continued to look into His eyes.  There was no anger in His eyes towards me.  There was no shame that He felt towards me.  All I could see was His love for me.  I felt safe.  I responded to His question.  “I am guilty of this sin.  I have sinned against You and the law of Love in Your Kingdom.”  He smiled a tender smile as He looked at me with a more piercing look of love.  He said, “Yes.  You answered well.  You are guilty.  I am a good Judge and all sin is judged in My Kingdom.  I have made provision for you to be free, but it is your choice.  I have given My very best Gift and caused your sin to be upon Him.  Will you accept the price I have paid for you?  Will you accept My gift of mercy to you? Do you want freedom from this sin?” asked the Judge.

I sat there for a moment.  I kept my eyes on His. My mind could hear the prayers of the saints behind me as well as the condemning words of the enemy.  I silenced the enemy’s thoughts in my mind and focused on God’s eyes and on the silent cheering of the saints in the background.  I wrestled with the decision to accept God’s gift.  It seemed too good to be true, but as I continued looking into His eyes, I knew that His heart’s desire was for me to accept His mercy.  So, I responded, “Yes, Good Judge.  I will accept Your mercy!”

The Judge took His gavel in His hand, slammed it down and said, “Not guilty!  Accepted!  Pardoned!”  He moved so quickly I barely had enough thoughts to keep up with His movement; He threw off His judge’s robe and ran to me!  Now I recognized Him as Father!  The love in His eyes became even more intimate and intense as He stood before me with His hand stretched out to me.

I was still seated in the box. My hands were still in cuffs and my feet still had shackles on them.  In my Father’s hand were keys!  He placed them before me and asked for me to accept them.  I did not take my eyes off of Him!  I could see He wanted me to accept the keys that He had stretched out to give me, so I reached my hands forward, taking the keys from His large hand.  He smiled with such joy!  He said, “These keys will unlock the handcuffs, the shackles and the door that is keeping you in that chair of judgement.  Use them and come out into your freedom.”

I kept my eyes locked on His because I felt that if I did not keep my focus on His love for me that I would lose the nerve to obey the desire of His heart.  I unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from my hands.  I bent down and unlocked the shackles that were around my ankles and then took them off.  I slowly reached my hand around on the outside of the judgement box to unlock the door, but there was no lock outside the box.  My Father smiled and said, “My daughter, the lock is on the inside of the box. It is your choice to come out of the box.  I did not lock you in there.”  I had a tear roll down my cheek as I heard this statement of Truth.  It cut!  It divided my soul and spirit!  I felt as if my heart could bleed until I died, but then the look in His eyes healed my heartache and I was filled with His love.  I then unlocked the door to the box!

He pulled me into His arms!  He held me tightly and then pointed behind me.  I saw what He was pointing at.  We were no longer in the Court Room.  We were at Golgotha.  I saw the Cross!  I saw the price He paid!  He said to me, “Now go!  Take your sin and lay it on Him!  Leave it there!  Turn away from it!  Walk away from My wrath!  Never look back at it!  Don’t ever remove it from the Cross!”

Tears flooded my eyes as I looked at Him and listened to His voice.  I looked at the Sacrifice.  It was too much to bear!  How could He love me this much?  I looked back at Him!  The love was there to behold in His eyes.  He said, “I have given you the grace to do this. Take your sin and place it where it belongs.  I want you to walk in freedom in My Kingdom.  You must do this in order to walk in freedom!  I have paid the price.  Do not deny Me the pleasure of your freedom!”  I was not certain of all that He was saying to me, but I understood the instruction.  I knew I had to take that paper that had my sin written on it up to the Cross and put it on the Sacrifice.  So, I took it from Father’s hand.  I walked up that hill and stood below the Cross!  It was easy to stick my paper on Him.  He was covered in blood which made Him very sticky.  I reached my hand up and placed the paper on Him.  It quickly disappeared in His blood.  I did not notice, but as I was standing under Him, I was being covered in His blood and washed by the water coming from His side.  I was feeling a refreshing feeling as my heart was being broken over my sin.  Two things were happening simultaneously: I was being broken and renewed all at the same time.

I could hear my Father’s voice.  He said, “Daughter, I present to you your King.  He died in your place!  He suffered in your place!  He bore every sin and stain for your freedom!  Never deny Me or Him the pleasure of taking your sin to this Cross!  It was our joy for you!  You will journey back here often.  Do not hate this journey!  Embrace it!”  I knelt down and worshipped!  I worshipped!  I worshipped!  The more I worshipped, the more blood and water poured out over me!  As the two fountains from my King poured out upon me, I felt closer and closer to my Father.  All of a sudden, I looked up and there I was in My Father’s presence!  We embraced as I had never experienced!  So much of my life was restored to me in that moment.

Father took my hand and we began to walk away from Golgotha.  We walked right back into the Court Room.  “I have something to show you.  Look over there at the One who has stood before Me as your Attorney.  Do you know who it is?” asked Father.  Just as He asked me that question, my Attorney turned to look at me.  His eyes were the brightest of blues; they were like the hottest of flames of fire.  They pierced me, just like Father’s eyes.  I knew I had seen these eyes, but was not certain as to where I had seen them before.  Father knelt down with one knee up and one down for balance.  He asked me to sit on His knee.  Everyone was still in the Court Room.  Silence was still the sound that echoed everywhere-except for Father’s voice and my own.

I sat on His knee.  He whispered in my ear, “Don’t you remember looking at those eyes?  They were covered with blood!”  Just then I was struck with a passion so deep within me that I wanted to weep, but Father gripped me firmly and gathered my attention back to Himself.  He then said, “Your Attorney is Your King.  Your King is my Son! Remember My Son who you chose to accept to be your Lord and Savior? My Son has chosen to share all that I have given to Him with you; most importantly unity with Me.  Will you walk out of this Court Room with Him and share His life and His righteousness?  He will bring you back to this Court Room every time a charge is brought against you, but only so you can stay in His freedom and righteousness.  I want you to know that you never have to come alone because you have chosen Him. He must become your choice in everything.  And when you fall and you come back to this room, I need you to remember I want you to choose to be honest and then accept My mercy and My grace.  When you make those choices, then you are able to walk in freedom in My Kingdom by the power of My Spirit.”

I smiled as I listened to His heart speak to my heart.  It was Deep crying out to deep.  Tears were falling without measure from my face into my lap.  His arms were wrapped around me.  He was smiling at Jesus.  Jesus was smiling at Him.  God was holding me.  We were in relationship! His joy became my strength!  I turned and embraced Him with the tightest of squeezes.  I swallowed and recovered my voice enough to respond. “Father, You are Love!  I want to follow Your every desire and command.  I will walk with Jesus.  I will accept His righteousness.  I will learn of Him!  I will allow Your Spirit to guide me.  I will come back to this Court Room as often as I must, for I know that I can trust this sanctification process.  I realize each time I go to the Cross that I am being cleansed, purged, refreshed and renewed.  I know that so much Life came into me today as I stood at the Cross and worshipped after placing my sin on Jesus.  I will do as You have asked.  Thank You for my King!  Thank You for my Savior!  Thank You for my Attorney!  Thank You for wanting me this much!  Thank You for Your love that never fails!  I want to always accept Your love!”

My Father held me tightly as I wept in His arms.  A heart of joy and thankfulness was being expressed right there in the Court Room.  Now, the silence broke!  There was cheering on the side of the saints!  The enemy was removed from the Court Room!  A celebration broke out and the atmosphere was charged with more love.  Jesus walked over to me and took my hand.  “It is time to go learn more about My Kingdom!  Are you ready?”  I stood up and looked back at Father.  We smiled at one another.  I looked back at Jesus, and with great anticipation I said, “Yes!  Let’s go!” 

We left the Court Room.