Jesus and His Glass Room

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”

(Psalm 51:17)

“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”

(Jeremiah 33:3)

Oh, what strange days we live in... when hearts, often well-intentioned, get lost trying to build monuments to themselves, while the feet of Jesus remain untouched — no company, no tears, no listening.

We live in a time where names must be remembered, deeds must be seen, and presence must be noticed. But where are those who would rather be forgotten by men to be found by God?

I once heard a story that never left my heart.

A woman, known for spending hours in the prayer room crying out for revival, had a vision. In it, Jesus took her through three rooms.

In the first room — a large hall full of people — it looked like a stadium. The atmosphere was full of excitement. Everyone there longed for a great move of God. Jesus said, “Here are those who want to take part in My ‘great’ move and do many things in My name.”She felt thrilled and wanted to stay. But Jesus asked her to keep walking with Him.

In the second room, He brought her into a green room. An elegant space, a large table surrounded by leaders, famous preachers, worship ministers — influential people.She was invited in. She entered and felt so honored… so seen.But Jesus stayed at the door, waiting. There was still one last room.

Then…

Jesus opened the third door. It was a dark, silent room with glass walls and a single chair. The atmosphere was heavy. She hesitated and said, “Jesus… this room doesn’t feel good. The others were full of celebration, anointing, movement... this one feels like sorrow.”

And with eyes filled with tears, Jesus replied:“This is where I sit. I hear the pain of the world. I cry. I pray. But no one wants to come in. No one wants to hear what I hear. No one wants to cry with Me.”

That story completely disarmed me.

At the time I heard it, I was serving full-time at an orphanage. My “room” was a dinner table, listening to stories of girls rescued from human trafficking — many of them victims of men and women who likely filled the other rooms.

It reminded me of a song by Keith Green:

"Oh bless me lord, bless me lord" You know it's all I ever hear No one aches, no one hurts No one even sheds one tear But he cries, he weeps, he bleeds And he cares for your needs And you just lay back And keep soaking it in Oh, can't you see it's such a sin? Cause he brings people to you door And you turn them away As you smile and say "God bless you, be at peace" And all heaven just weeps Cause Jesus came to you door You've left him out on the streets

The anointing is not born on a stage.

It grows in pain… shared with the Beloved.

Heaven does not move because of strategy, networking, or applause.

It moves when someone bends the knee, silences their own voice,and simply chooses to be with Jesus —Not to do, not to be seen,but just... to be with Him.