‘Did you know I have a special room?‘ She asks with 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 – varmint urine
and the evidence of infestation was seen. I wondered, why she displayed such
reverence as what I saw up to this point contradicted this and thought to
myself, how can she have such a revered room in such an environment? She opened
the door with her head bowed to show 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 because they contradicted what I saw and
smelled. She mistook my response as being in positive support of her display,
not noticing that I gasped out of horror at what I saw and smelled.  

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 expecting 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!’  

Who are 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 and do not
seek His indwelling nor His lead, but use their emotions to measure and
validate their love and devotion for the Lord, and is what leads them instead.
 They bring the Lord down to the earthly and sensual and worship Him
through their flesh – when convenient for them.

How God Sees These Rooms

God sees this room as detestable. They trample the Son of God underfoot and are
storing up His contempt and wrath in the way they treat His Son.

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