This was profound, and I have not had a vision like this in quite a while. It happened while running on the treadmill at the hotel in Savannah while at Jack’s skeet shooting tourney.
I was in the holy of holies. God lifted me up on a cross. The room was amber, golden even. There as a golden cloud in the room like a fog or a mist. The wind moved the cloud around gently – enough to show movement or motion, but not disturbing.
I was painted gold. My whole body was gold. I was on my cross up high right in the middle of the room, and the cloud and I were gold.
Just then, I saw a little cross down and to my right. It was Jack. He was even overshadowed by me and my glory. But, he soon was lifted up above me. Well above me. He overshadowed me with his own glory.
He was so high that as he bent over, his arms/cross were wide enough to go around the whole world. He was raised so high that he overshadowed the entire world. His arms were wide enough to span the globe.
This is our Father and Jesus. This is John and Jack. We are raising up in His image – Their image.
May a Father/father’s glory be overshadowed by His/his Son/son.
We are to raise up sons who span the world with our God’s glory.