Hidden Treasures
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Ante Christum
Golden lamps sat majestically on the raised platforms positioned at the four cardinals of the huge room. Small lanterns dangled loosely from the high roof, casting long, swaying shadows across the cold, aged walls.
It was warm inside. And, it smelled faintly of the aromatic incense burned daily on the altar. It was Yah’s place. The Sanctuary.
The ambiance of the Sanctuary was not hard to miss.
Some had countless times testified that the sweet quietness of the Sanctuary was like spring water to a parched soul and comfort to a suffering heart. To some, it was light to their wandering feet. And to the men of Chóshek, whose hearts schemed nothing but evil, it was a double-edged sword.
Facing the empty pew was the Hallowed Ark covered in pure, glittering gold. It sheltered the Sacred Testament that was received by the Seer on Siynay. The golden cherubs with wings outstretched over the Seat of Mercy glistened.
••••
A form sat, hunched over a table filled with piles of scrolls. Some littered the white washed floors.
A candle burned brightly in front of the form, revealing more. Long fingers with chapped nails. Skin finely decorated with the wrinkles of age. Gray hair loosely covered with a scarf whose long ends were thrown over sagging shoulders. Lowered eyelids bare of lashes that fluttered.
The woman peered at a scroll tightly held between her trembling hands. Her lips moved noiselessly as her dim eyes slowly ran through the finely, scribbled letters.
She unrolled the scroll to reveal more writings, this time using a crooked finger to trace the words. A few minutes past before she paused briefly, carefully perusing the words jumping at her. A glint of hope flashed through her eyes.
The words read thus:
I, Esaias, write the divine words of Yah to Israel: “And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness--secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.”
Raising clasped hands, she worshipped muttering under her breath for she had waited in fasts and prayers eighty and four years, that Yah’s Chosen ones will be redeemed.
Anno Domini
The Sanctuary sat over 2,000. Justus, the bold stood before the congregation preaching. The echoes of his voice bounced off the walls. It was captivating for the people sat still as if under a spell. No, not a spell.
This was different. It was the Presence in the Sanctuary.
“The prophet Esaias by revelation talked about the hidden treasures God will give unto us who once sat in the darkness of condemnation. The treasures made ready for us who love him.
They are no more hidden. All the richest treasures of wisdom and knowledge are embedded in that mystery and nowhere else. And we’ve been shown the mystery – Christ!”.
He coughed.
“Christ lives in you and this is your assurance that you will share in his glory.”
*** Chóshek & Siynay – Hebrew words for darkness and Sinai respectively.
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8 Comments
This is so lovely
Beautifully written.
This is really good... loved it!
Perfect perfect❤️
Superb 💕
Loved the imagery. Nice view of ancient biblical times.
Beautiful❤
Beautiful writing
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