By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The sanctuary is quiet.
Light streams in through twelve verticle stained glass windows transmitting colorful shafts of light on random pews.
Traveling down the corridor of old wooden pews lined with burgandy hymnals and Bibles,
My feet move toward the little haven for which I've come.
Underneath the cross and partially hidden behind the pulpit, on the platform up front, sits an old communion remembrance table housing a massive King James Bible with the old Roman numeral system still employed.
I lift the bulky Bible from the table, kneel down, and place the Bible in front of me on the floor.
With both hands over the old pages I close my eyes and inhale the breath of the Father.
These are His words to me:
"The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water; He turneth it whithersoever He will. Every way of a man is right in his own eyes; but the Lord pondereth the hearts. To do justice and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice."
I place the heavy Bible back on the communion table.
My knees hug the carpeted floor;
My fingers touch the engraved words etched in caps on the table:
There are crosses, like bookends, on either side of the words.
My fingers caress each letter and each cross.
The silent words of the disciple John whisper to me,
"I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, Which is, and which was, and which is to come. The Almighty."
Revelation 1:8
My limber frame slips with agility into the space underneath the table,
And none can see me.
This is my "Mercy Seat."
My refuge,
Safe haven,
Resting place.
My place of ...
Adoration. Meditation. Contemplation.
The place where the Christ meets me tenderly and mercifully.
The place where Christ sees me and reminds me that "He" is my perfect remedy.
His Word rests sweet over my head like an open wide shingle on a roof.
Somehow I feel its presence protecting me and I like knowing it resides over the top of me.
Christ covers me,
With entirety, 
His precious word to me.
For a certain little while it's just me and God.
And in this space and in this place I'm at home with Him and resting in Him.
And I think to myself ...
One day I won't crawl out from under the table of remembrance.
I won't forget Him because I'll be forever with Him.
Remembrance and rehearsal will be swallowed up by His glorious presence.
I'll be with Christ in eternity,
And that will be heaven.
One day,
Some day,
My Daddy's coming back for me.
That's the day I'm waiting for;
But until then ...
"And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."
John 14:3