The purpose of the church is for those to come and be changed. IF YOU go to
church and leave the same, then you need a different church. Church is a place where souls are saved, convictions are formed, addictions are dealt with, habits are broken, lies believed find truth in Christ, fear is defeated, and torment becomes no longer. Freedom in every form and area is found. This IS (or should be) the progressive purpose of the church. Progressive change means it starts and keeps on going - it is a continual “after” effect of an experience with Christ.
So why the Sanctuary? What is a Sanctuary?
The Sanctuary in the church is where the congregation goes and gathers. The place where people come (in the church) to worship, to hear the Word of God, and to experience liberation at the Alter.
The Sanctuary is where God comes down to meet with those SEEKING after Him. In the Sanctuary is where thoughts are stirred up, teary eyes develop, hardened hearts become aware of the true condition I really am in - reality sets in. The Sanctuary is where the conscience and the soul meet and a CHOICE becomes the apparent move needed.
The Sanctuary (where God dwells) is where life-long altering decisions are made. It is a place where your soul or the souls of your family lay in the balance. This is a portion of the atmosphere of the Sanctuary - but a critical part.
The Sanctuary is where the graveyard is developed and the memorial sites are built. The skeletons of the closet hidden come to life. Deliverance and healing envelops the past, the present, and enables the opportunity of a healed future.
The Sanctuary is often associated with worship and rightly so - it is a place of personal death and rebirth! Giving up what has held you bound - destroying everything that you are to the point that you’ve forgotten who you are.
When I come into the Sanctuary of the church. Oh how I remember where I was, the person I had been, the past choices I had made, the torments I’ve fought with no prevail for years, the hurts, fears, and the scars that still bled. Oh how I remember each one. That is my graveyard, dear friend. But, let me share with you the Memorial Site, part of the Sanctuary. I remember each area of the Alter (over the years) that I have knelt at and sought after God. I remember the tears cried, the pain felt of letting go, and the struggle of self. But I remember the freedom, the healing, the HELP given. IF it had not been for the Lord I would still be dealing with each aspect listed prior. I’m not who I use to be anymore. The old is passed away, behold ALL things have be made brand new.
The Sanctuary becomes a bitter sweet, with hope beyond imagination - praise of thankfulness develops.
Psalm 73:17, “Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then understood I...”
The Sanctuary - a sacred place where beautiful things happen.