Four years ago, my oldest daughter and I decided to fly down to see grandma (my mom) who was suffering Alzheimer’s disease. We both got a deal on super low airfare to San Diego, California and mom was to the point in her mental awareness, that if we didn’t get to see her soon, she wouldn’t know us at all. We found after arriving, she thought Karen had replaced Dianne; my wife and was upset that I had not kept her in the circle. So, her condition had worsened and afterwords, we were both glad that we had taken the trip to see her and dad both.
After a couple of days, Karen and I decided that we needed a break; the routine of helping with cooking and giving dad a brief time-outs to his own sanity. It is a terrible disease to deal with during that week but for dad, it had become a real hardship and he appreciated our visit.
I decided I would borrow the family ‘clunker’ of a car and show my daughter an old neighborhood where I lived between the ages of 3 and 12 years old. I had some great childhood memories there. Mature Eucalyptus trees to climb and build tree houses in, canyons to explore and fort hideouts, streets to ride bicycles and dirt alleys to shoot basketballs; thrown through an old wooden basket, nailed to a tree with the bottom knocked out of it.
As we drove down Fulton Street, things had definitely changed as I suspected. It had been over thirty years since visiting the ‘old neighborhood’ and it was Karen’s first trip to the old homestead. But things had more than “changed” in appearance. I didn’t recognize the surroundings at all! No more Eucalyptus trees, no more dirt alleys and the Government Housing of multiple courts I had lived in had disappeared completely. They were all torn down and stark looking apartments had replaced the old courts. The street name was the same but that was it.
I decided to see if I could find my elementary school that I had first attended in 1947, along with the junior high school; Montgomery Jr. High. As we drove by them,they were both still standing but run-down in appearance. I pulled the car over to the side of the street next to the junior high school, got out of the car and asked Karen if she wanted to take a closer look with me. “No dad, I’ll stay in the car but you go ahead.” Her interests had diminished by now, while looking at paint worn old buildings and dilapidated neighborhoods I still had a fondness for. I had the memories of what was, she wanted to please her dad for the moment, then move on. That house, located on 6980 Fulton Street, had always been my favorite house because of the memories I left there. My daughter wasn’t as interested in that house on Fulton Street; not in the same way as I was anyway. I had told her stories about my life in that house, but those tales were more than just stories to me. They were my young life locked in the memories of my favorite house. So we both decided to head back, to check-up on mom and dad. We had been away for several hours, of me reminiscing and the experience was wearing thin.
** “GOD’S FAVORITE HOUSE” **
When I returned to Washington state, I was having my morning devotions in the Book of Acts of my bible. At the same time, I pulled down from the book shelf Tommy Tenney’s book, God’s Favorite House. Mr. Tenney wrote about a similar experience he had with his entire family at his “favorite house” in Louisiana. This week I again was reading in the Book of Acts and the Holy Spirit prompted me to look further into the Tabernacle of David. The transition was simple since I had spent time and research in previous blogs on the Wilderness Tabernacle of Moses.
DAVID’S TABERNACLE: “If you build it, I will come”
Turn to Acts 15 in your Bible and read along with me; and I’ll wait as you are tuning to the reference:
“Simeon [Peter] has rehearsed how God first visited the Gentiles, to take out of them a people [to bear honor] His name. And with this the predictions of the prophets agree, as it is written. After this I will come back, and will rebuild the house of David, which has fallen; I will rebuild its [very] ruins, and I will set it up again. So that the rest of men may seek the Lord” (Acts 15:14-17–Amplified Bible; also Amos 9:11, 12).
Why would God want to rebuild the house of David over the Tabernacle of Moses, or even Solomon’s glorious Temple? Lets look at Scripture to perhaps get glimpse at the answer:
“But now your kingdom shall not continue; the Lord has sought out [David] a man after His own heart, and the Lord has commanded him to be prince and ruler over His people” (1 Samuel 13:14).
“I have found David son of Jesse a man after My own heart, who will do all My will and carry out My program fully” (Acts 13:22b).
David’s Tabernacle had similarities to Moses’ Tabernacle and Solomon’s Temple:
1. Three distinct enclosed areas; The outer court, the Holy Place and the Holy of Holies.
2, A great veil or drapery was stretched across the Tabernacle between the Holy Place and the Holy of Holies where the ark of the covenant rested.
3. The gold covered wooden box, originally built by Moses’ instructions given by God.
4. Its lid, fitted with sold gold figures of cherubim (two angelic figures), facing each other with outstretched wings.
5. The space between the cherubim was called “the mercy-seat”.
The “mercy-seat” was where the “Blue Flame” of God’s manifested presence hovered; the “shekinah glory“. All of this hidden behind the thick four-inch fabric of the veil.
GOD NEVER LIKED THAT “VEIL”
He had to have it but He didn’t like it. At Mount Calvary, His Son’s body had been torn on the cross and He had ripped the veil from top to bottom located in the temple of Herod in Jerusalem. Ripped in such a way that it could never be rewoven again. God hated that veil like a prisoner hates his cell door.
THE KEY OF FAVOR
David’s Tabernacle was the only one of the previously mentioned tabernacles structures that had no veil. That key can begin to unravel one of the most important pieces of wisdom of the ages! I will reveal the “important piece” in my next blog; “God Liked David’s House Better” (Part 2)