Full of Smoke
No one could enter the temple.
Revelation 15:8 (NIV)
John sees heaven in holy-dread mode: the temple filled with smoke from God's glory and power, and none could enter till seven plagues completed. Glory dense as smoke, presence barring entries — angels held circulation. Moments exist when God shuts Himself in holiness, all heaven holding breath. Reverent dread before glory is no option but spiritual physics.
True courage springs from such dread. Glory-seers fear no human threats: Isaiah saw and preached, Ezekiel saw and prophesied, John saw and recorded. God-fear expels man-fears — smoke-filled hearts leave no room for earthly panics. Our fears reveal vision: small of God, huge of problems. Filling with glory empties dread.
Entering smoke prayerfully today: contemplating holiness till trembling slightly. Full of smoke: fearing God, fearing nothing else.
Contemplated glories breed contagious courage. Looking upward today. Tremble gladly before glory. Glory clouds humble before blessing anyone. Enter reverently today and exit courageously. Trembling knees precede marching feet historically. Fear God only and fear nothing else. Contemplated majesty breeds contagious bravery. Gaze upward until earthly terrors shrink. Radiance received becomes radiance carried. Shine afterward unknowingly always.
And exiting clouds, carrying radiance: Moses descended shining unawares.