‘Did you know I have a special room?’ She asks with such delight. Her excitement she hardly could conceal. She continued, ‘Come, I’ll show you.’ I walked with her down a long dark hallway, that smelled of mold. Then down three flights of stairs. Out we went through a back door into the servants’ quarters. She unlocked the door to this outbuilding, we entered, and there stood a door that seemed out of place for its elaborate and stunning design. It was clear this building had not received maintenance for some time and was giving way to decay and rot. As we stood outside this door, she explained with a solemn tone, ‘nothing but the best for the one I love’ I looked at her face beaming with pride as her eyes teared up. My curiosity was peaked now, for I was confused by the smell no one could deny was in the air – varment urine and evidence of infestation. How can she have such a revered room in such an environment? She opened the door with her head bowed to show her respect and turned on the lights. I stepped in after her, and what I saw took my breath away.  

She saw my reaction, looking at me swelling with pride. ‘I know, I feel so emotional when I come here too’ She, with great conviction, continued in explaining to me how much she enjoys coming here and has made it her new habit to visit regularly. ‘it’s the least I can do,’ she went on, for it is my duty.  

I did not understand her emotions, for they contradicted what I saw and smelled. She miss took my response as being in positive support of her display, not noticing that I gasped out of horror and stench this room contained.  

In the corner of this very well-religiously decorated room was Jesus. He wore a collar that chained Him to a short-chain preventing Him from moving around. On His Head was a handmade cardboard crown and He wore a thin purple plastic robe. He looked up at me; I heard Him say, ‘these people draw near to Me with their lips, but their heart is far from Me. And in vain, they worship Me. 

…..In doing so, they confine Me to serve them like what you see here.’  

I noticed the bible sitting in the center of this room, on an ornate stand. She saw where my attention was and quickly took her place in front of it and began to read from it. She paused, overcome with emotion, saying, ‘ I don’t know why, but I get so emotional when I read about Jesus!’ Looking at Jesus in the corner, I was speechless at her words.  

Abruptly, she said, ‘ok, I think that is enough for now, don’t you? I’ve got so much I have got to do today, so let us be off!’ She didn’t wait for my answer and turned off the lights, dragging me out in her hurried rush. As we walked away, I was lost in silence, trying to make sense of what I just witnessed when she blurted out, ‘Isn’t Jesus so good, O how I love Him – praise the Lord!’  

The Owners of Sacred Secret Rooms

Christendom nurtures those who own such rooms. Jesus is kept on their chain and limited in what He is to speak. Crumbs are thrown to Him with great fanfare, calling it worship, but in truth, they treat their pets with more love and esteem than the Lord they profess. They exchange the Holy Spirit in seeking His indwelling for emotions to measure and validate their love and devotion to Jesus and is what leads them.   

How God Sees these Rooms

God sees this room as detestable. They trample the Son of God underfoot.  

Of how much worse punishment, do you suppose, will he be thought worthy who has trampled the Son of God underfoot, counted the blood of the covenant by which he was sanctified a common thing, and insulted the Spirit of grace? Heb 10:29