Re: The Sense Organ of the Soul

I clung to every concept in this newsletter on imagination. Never before had I the conscious realization that my imagination was so powerful spiritually. But alas, it is both for good and evil.

I had been taken captive by my imagination, to a place I had never dreamed I would go. Small, seemingly insignificant thoughts came to me, and this bug in my imagination wove them into something they were never meant to be. With each passing day it grew and grew until I found myself in the center of a massive web that intercepted my every thought and allowed my mind to do little else than build upon it. It seemed there was no escape from this snare in which I found myself so intricately entangled. I prayed to God in the evening for deliverance and felt refreshed each morning, a new word of wisdom before me. But by day’s end, my captor spotted my weakness and this he did attack, and ensnared was I again. This creature of my imagination aimed to steal me away from my Savior for good. Almost powerless was I against my foe.

Then a friend, who saw me in distress, asked if she could pray for me. Knowing there is strength in numbers and that “though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves (Ecclesiastes 4:5), I gratefully accepted her offer of prayer to our Lord. She cast away the evil spirit who had been whispering evil lies into my ear. She said my hands were “holy, holy holy” and that I was “anointed with oil.” In my imagination now, there was oil pouring over the crown of my head, flowing over my body until it pooled at my feet. It was warm and golden, amber in color and shimmering like honey. And my dear friend felt the hands of God upon our own, which were clasped together. They were warm and strong encircling ours completely.

Such freedom there was from bondage that night. And in the morning, the sun shone so new. What had filled my heart day and night was gone, but I felt the emptiness of a clean swept house on moving day. The rooms that had been full now stood empty harboring only vague memories, sunlight streamed onto bare floors...and I panicked! With my house clean and tidy what would enter in? Jesus said the spirit would return with seven others more wicked than itself (Matthew 12:43). Had I been left with something to fill the vacancy? I remembered then that my hands had been anointed and I was not left with nothingness, but a strength that was of the Lord. My hands were made to do good and noble things.

And so this imagination, so powerful and so strong that it can see the unseen with a new sense all its own, brought me from the web of sin, through the healing of an anointing, past the emptiness of an unoccupied house to rest in the power and glory that is possessed by the Lord alone. The whole time my flesh with its temporal five senses, stood as bystander to it all. Had not our own precious Savior Jesus, constantly taught with parables that our imaginations could comprehend? Yes, I agree the imagination is the sense organ of the soul.