WAIT ON THE VISION: BY WIN CAIN Though the vision tarry, wait for it, from Hab. 2:3 was the word of the Lord to me January 28, 1987, my birthday. It was a wonderful word of hope because I had felt alone and lost for a long time even though for years I had been an avid so-called "filled with the Spirit" Christian. I attended an Open Bible church and was very involved in a Seattle origin group called Women's Aglow. The North Seattle group of Women's Aglow met every Monday evening in my home for years but for me there was no answer to my hearts' cry to hear the voice of the Lord more clearly. Too many unresolved questions floated around in my "think tank" and a growing awareness that a clean break with my, for me, long dead religious affiliations was essential to my spiritual growth. So I set myself apart and broke with my ties-and in so doing I was set on a course to initiate me into a greater awareness of God's voice. The break with my past activated my resolve but as I was driving home from work soon afterwards I felt like a churchless orphan. I turned on Christian radio hoping to hear something fresh and I almost turned past what sounded to me like another overkill Pentecostal preacher. The Holy Spirit stopped me, so I listened. What a strange encounter! I really didn't understand most of what the teaching was about but the Presence of the Lord was very strong as a man named Peter Demetris gave a message. (Later I discovered it was about some Feast called Tabernacles.) Faithfully every day I tuned in to hear the teaching on my car radio but eventually I lost touch with Pastor Peter because I changed jobs. The net to catch this fish-Win Cain-was already cast. For unknown to me two of my closest friends had already gone out to Renton to hear Peter Demetris. Later one of them asked me to drive to Renton to hear a special teaching built I turned her down not realizing it was the same man I had previously heard on the radio. Even later the other friend gave me a news letter from a church in Renton. I read it but didn't agree with it. However, this friend Margaret Misener invited me to go with her and two other women to Light of the City. Because I had known Margaret for a long time and knew Clare Ford was sensible and of good character I went with them and the new lady Mary Kee. (I later discovered! she and her husband were my daughter's favorite customers.) When we arrived at Light of the City, someone I knew from years before came up and greeted me. Another surprise was a Christian friend who once lived in my home who was listed in the church directory. What topped that was this-I had recently felt an urge from the Lord to look up someone from my early Charismatic days named Ruth Andrew. Well, I ran into this lady in a very strange way and she and I were taking up our friendship again. When I told< her about Light of the City she answered that she had already made several trips to the church and had many tapes of Pastor Peter's teachings. Amazingly it is now more than nine years since I was first introduced to the teaching here at LOTC. It took a skillful networker to get me here and to keep me here until the vision I was promised could become a vital reality magnifying itself line upon line, and precept upon precept in me with more answers than I had questions for. But now again with more questions than I had ever before considered. These questions have been part and parcel of the journey into the consciousness of die Feast of Tabernacles understanding, for me it's a fitness program and I've come to learn how to find answers for myself! I've discovered that the scripture proves itself when you begin with the right premises. There are secret code words and key truths that entitle me to unlock the treasures of the kingdom of heaven. As I pray, study and think on these things I find I'm empowered with a clarity of vision that grows and grows while at the same time my old patterns of thought are being mysteriously deleted or dissolved. It's a longed for miracle that is increasingly causing me to look at myself and others differently. The holding patterns of my formerly condemning attitudes are breaking apart like icebergs encountering a spring thaw. There's a feasting coming forth in a greater measure than ever before. It speaks of mutual respect and agape love for the Lords Body-from the least to the greatest. I used to wonder how that much change could ever happen in any of us but now I have a hope based on a belief in better things for the Lord's own. How wonderful it is! Happy 1997, Win Cain return Well Drawers: