This painting comes from my worship series done during the worship service at my church in PA, in which I painted as the Spirit led me. “The hour comes and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth; for the Father seeks such to worship him” (John 4:23). The sanctuary held closely its reverence and awe in the night hours and awaited the return of the saints for worship, cleansing, and refreshing. One by one, they gathered, some humbly bowing, some reverently prostrate on the floor, and some integrating with others already assembled. The first chord of music broke the silence as the chorus of saints opened their hearts and mouths to breathe out their praise in sweet incense to the Lord. In the Holy of Holies, the Lord heard their faint song and arose to put his ear to the Universe. He could sense the construction of his throne with their praise, so he sent his Spirit to swell among them in the sanctuary. The Spirit entered (yellow) and hovered over the congregation and waited for the invitation of each saint. As each entered into the presence of the brooding Spirit, their true colors emerged in the brilliant Light. The Spirit settled like a blanket of Light upon each worshipper who invited his reflection. Just as the atmospheric light reflects the color resident in objects, so the Spirit reflects the essence of each person assembled in the Holy Place. Some reflected the intense quality of the morning light; some reflected the intense quality of the King`s royal blood and authority; some were aglow with the life-giving substance; and some reflected a pure spirituality that they brought with them and carried out into the world. But all of those who reflected the Light of Heaven moved in beautiful harmony, engulfed by the force of Light that reflected the power and energy of the Son, who continued to hover over the congregation, weaving the color of his glory into the designs of their spirits. The glow of heaven`s Light filled the sanctuary as the light waves were condensed into rays and then bent into bows of yellow, blue, green, purple, and white. He changed the color of their worship from dismal gray to the rich spectrum reflective of the Holy City to remind them that someday soon the star gate will open. Out of the gate a flood of Light will flash on a lightning bolt of every color of the Divine Palette; and earth will once again be a reflection of the rainbow that emanates from the Throne. Those colors that once reflected eternal life and abundance will be restored and Paradise will dwell with God`s Chosen forevermore. Copyright 2007 Dell Belew