The temple was gone
No more sacrifices. No more priests.
In its place stood a great city that was not a city.
Rather than being a city of streets, stop lights, building, and cars. This was a city of living bodies placed together in perfect completion.
It was a city adorned as a bride.
The long awaited Wedding day had arrived and the city was prepared to see her husband face-to-face for the first time. The veil was being lifted and the fog of the ages was burned away by the light that flowed from his face.
The physical and spiritual worlds that were ripped asunder all those years ago were kitted back together. All of creation was restored with evil, sin, injustice and death destroyed. New life rippled through the air, radiating out over the land and sea – crossing miles in a blink of an eye before traversing the vastness of space in a heartbeat.
Heaven itself was no more.
Earth and heaven had become one with the Creator King dwelling among his people on the land. It was a day that was greater than the original day when humanity was formed out of the dust. For on that day, the King had simply visited the land. Now the King lived on the land.
This change in residency rendered the temple obsolete.
Why would humanity need a temple to remind them of the King when the King was standing in front of them?
Why would we need a temple to worship at when we could climb into the lap of the King?
Why would we need a temple to run too when in trouble when death and evil have been purged from creation?
“There was no sign of a Temple, for the Lord God—the Sovereign-Strong—and the Lamb are the Temple. The City doesn’t need sun or moon for light. God’s Glory is its light, the Lamb its lamp!” –St. John the Revelator
[box]This is part seven of an eight part evolving art piece currently on display at the Vineyard Boise art gallery.[/box]