“…I no longer live..” Gal 2:20
The middle court is the trap court.
Everyone in the outer court senses they need to move up and in, at least on some level. But folks in the inner court may have a bit harder time distinguishing the difference for their next upward move. The reason is there are so few examples of most holy relationships. Very very few.
The Lord summons us to each court. We feel his pull and we respond. Did we think there was only one season of giving up with the Lord as he beckons us onward?
The inner court is awesome. There is the ability to feed oneself on the bread and wine. The inner court person can commune with the Lord and not require so much input to survive. There is some independence. The inner court person has the lamp, they are able to search the Word and discover for themselves life and light. And they are learning to pray the great prayers of God at the golden altar. This is a real court and a real relationship with the real God. It is gold everywhere and it is eternal.
But the holy of holies is not the inner court. It is not. It is Not the inner court. It is different. It is unique and it is separate. A curtain of flesh separates the two. The violence of soul you had to under go to get out of the outer court and into a relationship with God in the inner court will be required again. How so?
The inmost place is cubical in dimensions. It is a perfectly proportioned space. It houses the throne of God. It houses the cherubim who are crying holy holy holy forever. It houses God himself. Isaiah said it best about this space, “I am undone.”
Let me be frank. For a couple years now we have discussed the nature of the loss of self in the pursuit of God. But this concept is what we have been building toward: the relationship that is bridal, that is most intimate, that is most inner and most holy is a relationship in which there is total loss of self.
In the middle court we can still be ourselves and still interact and still pray and still worship and still know the word. But the final step of holiness is no more you at all. You are done. No more self willed mind. No more will. No more decision and self guidance. You are a member of the body which is sitting on the throne. And to get there you and I must be undone. “I no longer live.” And there are precious few examples of this kind of relationship. It is not in me. I am feeling the pull. The summons. The call to come in and up. Another journey which costs me and requires sacrifice. Yes I did it all once before. Well and good. But it must be done again. And the fact of my resistance and the difficulty to give up self and go up higher is proof that there is another space available. The fact that I cling to my self at all is evidence that the road is not over and the rooms are not all discovered in Christ.
The bridal relationship is so special, so unique, so holy, that it requires the uttermost from the saints. Going on this final journey is the gift of God in our day, to pull us from the outer to where he actually is, the most holy of holies.



