David’s Tabernacle Restored, Part 4
Reprint: December 22, 2023
As you can see from
our sharing thus far, things have turned into a real adventure for us. But this has only been a drop in the bucket
for what is about to unfold. For the
first time in my life, the time I spent with David on my first trip to heaven
began to really make sense. I understood
the passion he had for worship. I
understood the drive in him to establish this simple Tabernacle in order to put
the presence of the Lord on display for all of Israel. I understood the real consequences of having
that kind of worship and praise as the CenterPoint for a nation.
Let’s continue from
where we left off last week, talking about our initial drive to gather together
for worship and praise.
our schedules began to lessen so that we could get together in the evenings
after dinner. I got my flamenco guitar
out (Della wasn’t playing her keyboards yet, but she would sing, harmonize and
occasionally play the tambourine), Earle got his trombone and Marcia her
cello. It was a strange beginning, to
say the least.
does not think of the guitar, trombone and cello as necessarily a compatible
group of instruments. Earle, however,
had been a “big band” jazz trombonist, and he had an unmatched flexibility, not
to mention an anointing on the trombone I’ve never seen the equal of. Marcia had been principal cellist with the
Detroit Symphony, and then the Spokane Symphony. Her forté was
classical music. She had never played
spontaneously without any music in front of her so this was totally new!
we were not getting together with an entertainment mentality, we left the
“perfecting” of the sound to the Lord.
When I say that it worked, that’s an understatement! As our evenings of worship grew, both in
intensity and length of time, other friends began to join in with us.
night a representative from one of the transmitter companies I dealt with came
to our home for dinner and stayed on for the worship. He shook his head in awe at what he witnessed
and as the evening concluded, he said, “Why aren’t you recording this
worship? There is nothing like this out
there for folks to hear — anywhere!”
had been urging me to set up my recording equipment (I have had a huge
investment in some of the finest of recording equipment, having pioneered in
the field of digital recording in the 1970’s.)
That began an experiment for all of us.
Folks tgend to become self-conscious in the
presence of microphones, and it took some getting used to for all of us so that
we could come to the place that, for all practical purposes, the microphones
were invisible. They played no role
whatever in our focus on the presence of the Lord.
started a process and created a library of spontaneous worship that easily
exceeded 400 hours over the next few years.
Ahh, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
and Marcia were the owners of Trails’ End in Post Falls, Idaho, a 160-acre
“ranch” that was more of an agricultural preserve than anything else. The young lady who had been taking care of
the place had gotten engaged and wanted to move on.
recommended that — because of the unusual commands of the Lord to us to
“Simplify, Get out of Debt, Consolidate and Become Mobile” that we consider
taking over the care of the ranch and moving there to use it as a base of
ministry operations instead of trying to find another place in Anchorage.
was the Word of the Lord to us, and we both witnessed it in our spirits. It took no time at all for us to finish our
packing and make the move. It isn’t
necessary to get into a lot of extra detail, but the move happened quickly, and
we were settled in. Other friends who
had heard about the ongoing worship, and were, themselves, worshipers decided
to begin getting together with us.
started with Robert and Sandy, both of whom were involved in the ministry at
Eastgate in Spokane. Robert added light
percussion to the music and Sandy bounced between the guitar and the English
recorder. The more that Robert and Sandy
participated, the more they began to spread the word about the unusual nature
of the spontaneous worship going forth.
brother-in-law and sister — Bob & Charlotte Bartow — joined in with
us. That added more instruments. Bob is a spectacular keyboardist. His training was classical organ, so again
this was a big shift for him in the same way it had been for Marcia.
had been playing the autoharp, but she wanted to launch into the actual harp,
so Bob bought her one. She literally
learned to play that harp in the midst of spontaneous worship.
and Charlotte’s daughter, Amy, was becoming a pretty decent violinist, and she
could go on and on, but you get the picture.
Before it was over, we had brass, strings, percussion, harp and percussion
strings like guitars and bass. It was a
motley crew to look at, but the music that grew out of it was nothing less than
of our recordings were done in living room environments — and tiny ones at
that. We were crammed together like
sardines at times.
began to emerge in the midst of this spontaneous worship was prophetic music,
intimate music, boisterous praise.
Sometimes there was vocalizing, but much of the time, it was just the
instruments orchestrated together by Holy Spirit as though we were all being
conducted with sheet music in front of us.
It spanned the gamut of musical expression. Some of it came forth as very melodic,
peaceful, pastoral type music. Some of
it came forth sound more like jazz than anything else. Some of it sounded Russian, or Chinese, or
Latin, or Irish – take your pick! Some
of it really offended those with religious mindsets who didn’t believe that
Holy Spirit would express Himself like that.
Too bad! You’ve no idea the
enormous variety of praise and worship that came forth and how it ministered to
so many different types of people.
fact was that what came forth was totally spontaneous. We played exactly what we all heard at the
same time. No one had any music in front
of them, and none of us had ever heard the music before we began to play.
followed were experiences that are sometimes hard to describe adequately. One evening as we were worshiping, the
Captain of the Hosts of Heaven appeared in our midst and knelt on one knee in
front of Della with spear in hand.
me,” he said.
I said it took Della by surprise, that would be a masterpiece of
understatement. She looked around for a
minute trying to figure out what she would say, and finally, she said, “Go and
retrieve the children!” It was a
reference to the fact that several of us had children who were running from
God. The angel straightened up, nodded
his head and vanished.
wasn’t long thereafter that our daughter, Rebekah, who was in her early teens,
decided she’d had enough of this constant praise and worship. She went out the back door during one of our
evening sessions and headed down the driveway toward Stateline Road. The driveway was perhaps a quarter-mile
long. As she reached Stateline Road,
three angels appeared — two on each side of her and one in front.
scared the living daylights out of her.
turned to walk back toward the house.
The angels formed around her and guided her back to the house. Her description was that they floated just
above the ground beside her. When she
reached the house, she saw it lit up on the outside with angels surrounding the
place and joining in with the ongoing worship inside. She was speechless — and that’s an
understatement! She ran in the house,
ran upstairs, closed the door to her bedroom and wouldn’t come out until
morning. She finally gained enough courage
the next day to tell us about it.
the summer of 1994, there was a fairly large group of us gathered
together. We were engaged in worship
that I would be more inclined to call spiritual warfare. There was an intensity that was unlike
anything we’d ever known. All of a
sudden, the building began to shake.
There was a rumbling noise, almost like an earthquake.
stopped what we were doing and ran outside.
What we heard was the thundering a thousands of horses galloping in
unison. It was a audible display of the
host of heaven going forth to battle.
I know what some of you are thinking.
The problem is that you cannot have an army of horsemen galloping
together throughout heavily forested property with densely populated
trees. It was nothing less than
awe-inspiring. We returned to our
instruments and resumed the prophetic worship/warfare.
events grew almost into everyday experiences.
At times we were picked up corporately into the heavenlies. Other times, we saw the hosts of Heaven
arrayed around us. More times than I can
count, we audibly heard the angels singing with us and even playing instruments
that were not there.
I talked about the fellowship in Spokane known as Eastgate. The senior pastor was a prophetic leader by
the name of Royal Cronquist. His wife
called one day (memory says it was late 1992 or early 1993) to ask us to pray
for him because he was in bad shape, and for all practical purposes, on his
death bed. Earle and Marcia had come
down from Anchorage, so we gathered up our instruments and headed over to their
somehow squeezed ourselves into Royal’s bedroom with our instruments and
surrounded his bed. He wasn’t comatose, but not far from it. We launched into spontaneous worship. It was some of the most intimate of worship,
and a call to the very intimate presence of the Lord. I don’t remember how long we worshiped —
perhaps a half-hour or 45 minutes. All
of a sudden, he sits up in bed, calls his wife and says, “I’m getting up! I want my clothes.”
exited the bedroom. That was a Saturday
afternoon. Before we left the home, he
asked us to please bring our instruments and share that kind of worship at
Eastgate on Sunday.
were thirteen of us who gathered at Eastgate the following Sunday morning. After introductions, we dived into the same
flow of worship we’d experienced in Royal’s home. Most of us just closed our eyes and began
flowing with the worship. The body of
sound around us kept increasing.
didn’t open my eyes to look, but my first impression was that some of the folks
in the fellowship had joined us on the platform. We began hearing additional instruments as
well. We lost track of time. When we finished and opened our eyes, people
were pointing. They told us that angels
had appeared all around us visibly while we were worshiping. It was the first of many experiences with the
angelic chorus and orchestra joining us.
I seem to be over-emphasizing this, our objective wasn’t the angels or the
unusual and supernatural experiences that were happening: it was the fact that
we were experiencing the very intimate presence of the Lord. That, all by itself, brings the supernatural
events that follow. I’ve lost track of
the number of people who were healed of various diseases or set free from evil
spirits — all while we were worshiping.
No one laid hands on them. No one
specifically prayed for them. It just
happened because of the presence of the Lord.
of Peter, for example, simply walking through a town and people being healed as
his shadow touched them. It wasn’t his
shadow that healed them: it was the presence of the Lord that so permeated him.
been talking about a few of our experiences in this realm, but let’s take a
break here and take a look at the prophecies that surround the restoration of
the Tabernacle of David.
Amos 4:4 (NASB): Enter
Bethel and transgress; In Gilgal multiply transgression! Bring your sacrifices
every morning, Your tithes every three
days. Offer a thank offering also from
that which is leavened, And proclaim
freewill offerings, make them known. For
so you love to do, you sons of Israel,
Declares the Lord GOD.
indebted to the Hebrew scholar, Chaim Bentorah, for the revelation he brings on
this passage. His explanation makes
clear just why Amos later prophesies the restoration of the Tabernacle of
David. Let me quote him directly.
house of God. Gilgal means
rolling together or uniting with God. Both words express the
idea of a place of worship and praise. Indeed, these two cities were
places people went to experience the presence of God. Indeed,
historically, these were equivalent to our present day convention centers or
retreats. People would travel from miles around to go to Bethel
and/or Gilgal to worship God. This was a gathering place for lots of
good teaching, prophecies and “miracle services.” Literally,
thousands of people would gather at Bethel and Gilgal to worship God and enjoy
the fun and fellowship.
So what can be so wrong with Bethel and Gilgal? Actually
nothing. So what does the prophet mean: “Come to Bethel and transgress,
come to Gilgal and multiply your transgressions?” The word
transgress is pasha which means to rebel or offend. This transgression is
an offense in the speaking of divine power and spiritual
insight. Then the prophet says to go to Gilgal and multiply your
transgressions. The word multiply is ravah which has
the idea of increasing or making great, but in its Semitic root it has
the idea of wearing something around your neck as a necklace as a symbol of
What was happening was that Bethel and Gilgal became a spiritual
amusement park or a spiritual county fair. It became a gathering
place for all the teachers and prophets and teacher and prophet wanna-be’s to
show off their spiritual dynamic. It was a place where someone could
out-rabbi a rabbi. It was a place to display your spiritual charm,
and your spiritual maturity, a place to impress your fellow believer with
amazing testimonies. It became a place where all your spiritual
achievements become an offense to God.
Gilgal became a place where you could wear your spiritual
achievements around your neck for all to see and admire. A place
where you could offer your sacrifices every morning or pay your tithes for all
Note that it is not Bethel and Gilgal that is being
condemned. It was the abuses that took place. It was
about people who spent so much time and energy trying to have a new thrill or
experience or new revelation that they devoted little to no time in discovery
of the heart of God. For Bethel and
Gilgal was a place you could go to seek God’s heart. However, in
Amos’s time people were making the pilgrimage to Bethel and Gilgal with a
personal motive, to promote one’s own agenda and to do a little
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