The Empty Candlestick & The Spilled Juice

Candlestick on Wooden Table

It was a Wednesday night service when I saw the candlestick and the juice. We had all gathered around the altar to pray. Like a flash, the image was there before my closed eyes. I could see it plainly.

Thinking nothing of it, I expected it would soon go away, but it didn’t. In fact, the longer I stood there praying with my eyes closed, the more detail I could make out.

I’ve only had a couple of visions in all my years as a Christian, and only one that stuck with me. I figured this one would be no different. But it was different. Days after the service, I was still seeing it just as plain. And I was still wondering what it meant.

I prayed about it, searched the Scriptures for words that correlated with what I saw, all with no answers. A friend passed along some resources for “meanings” of certain things seen in dreams and visions, but that didn’t really help either.

The Vision of the Candlestick

When the vision began, it was as if I was standing in front of a small table with a top that was, possibly, two-feet square. Made of very rough lumber, you could almost feel yourself getting a splinter at just the thought of touching it.

The top of the table was slightly bowed inward, as you might expect with very old lumber. It had created a very shallow “bowl” in the middle of the table. I was facing the table, directly in front of the corner, not either side. I felt like this placement, in the vision, was very important somehow.

On the table, a liquid had spilled. It seemed to me that it was grape juice, or possibly wine. The light reddish-blue hue signified that it could easily have been either. It had puddled in the warped space on the table.

A silver candlestick was laying over on its side with seven arms for holding candles. The tarnished silver had black spots and streaks here and there, with a round bottom. It gave the aura of just being very old. The center stem stood up taller than any of the others. The two outer arms were shorter than the center stem. There were two additional arms between the center stem and each outer stems, and these four were the shortest of all. The bottom of the candlestick was to the left, and the arms/candleholders were to the right.

On the other side of the table was a small window. Though I could not see out the window, there was a very, very faint light casting a bluish, foggy light over the table. It seemed to be either the break of dawn or the fleeting twilight.

Praying For Discernment

Once I realized the vision of the candlestick was not leaving me or growing any dimmer, even after many hours, I began to pray. I asked for discernment into what the vision meant. Was it for me? For our church? Was it for someone in particular, or for the nation as a whole?

I tried to think of every possible scenario in which a vision like this would really mean something. But nothing ever came to me.

I spoke with a friend and shared the vision, and she sent me some resources that spoke to the meanings of various things often seen in dreams and visions. While they did seem to make sense, even though I couldn’t put it all together, it didn’t really help me to come up with a complete picture.

I jotted down several notes that seemed to be the closest to what I had seen and just kept praying. Sunday came and went. I figured God would reveal something, but that never happened.

Now is probably a good time to reveal something I thought might be a factor in the vision…

No Strength To Worship

I have always been downright EXCITED to go to the house of the Lord! Getting up on Sunday, or preparing for Sunday or Wednesday night service just fills me with an emotion I can’t even explain with words. Truly, I can imagine how David felt when he said, “I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the House of the Lord.”

But something had happened roughly a month before this vision came to be. I had suddenly lost my energy for worship. It wasn’t that anything was wrong. I didn’t feel bad or guilty or mad or hateful. There was no reason for it, honestly. I was still feeling just as excited to go to church. And after church, I could be excited and energetic, discussing with my family the events of the sermon.

After trying for some time to explain it to my husband, all I could manage was, “I don’t know. It just seems like no matter how excited I am to GO to church, once I get there, it’s like someone throws a wet towel over my head!”

I tried to force myself. I raised my hands, I sand as loud as I could and clapped my hands. All the while, I was praying, “Lord, please don’t take your Spirit from me!”

I couldn’t figure it out. All I knew was, this didn’t feel right. I wanted that feeling GONE! I wanted my worship back!

A Week Later…

A week later, at the next Wednesday service, we wound up arriving earlier than planned. I was happy to have a moment to say hello to our Pastor’s wife and chat briefly with her. So, I shared a bit about my worship predicament. I wasn’t really expecting anything and yet God showed up. Right there in the foyer!

I won’t go into the specifics of our conversation. The important thing is that she spoke directly into my problem without even knowing exactly what it was. It was as if her words were straight from the mouth of God. There was a deep revelation and a hearty “A-HA!” moment.

This time, as service started, I felt that glimmer of worship creeping back in. It’s hard to explain such an emotion with regular words. It is joy, but it’s not like the joy that you get from any worldly thing. It is excitement, but not the kind of excitement you can relate to fleshly activity or expectation.

Suffice it to say, it was if a drought had ended. My joy, my excitement, my tears (long story for another day), they were all back, and I couldn’t have been happier.

The “Second Half” Of The Vision

Almost absent-mindedly, I prayed again for discernment for the vision I had seen a week earlier. I had pretty much given up any hope of an interpretation. But then I remembered that the Scripture says, “Though the vision tarry, wait for it,” (Habakkuk 2:3)

Standing in my spot in the pew, as the worship music played, I turned my face, eyes closed, towards the heavens. I lifted my hands and began to pray in my prayer language with tears streaming down my face. Suddenly, as quickly as the first had happened, I found myself in the middle of a second vision.

This time, I could see a scene and it was dark, almost like a black and white movie scene. The only thing I could make out was a great high curtain. Something had torn it from the top to the bottom. The material seemed to be heavy, as it hung very stoutly, and ripped evenly, about two-thirds of the way down.

Suddenly, a huge mouth and nose protruded from the tear in the curtain. I had supposed the curtain was covering a space of roughly 20 feet tall and at least half as wide. The lips were moving, but instead of sound issuing from the mouth, jewels fell out instead.

Bread Appears And Disappears

When the mouth stopped moving, an “altar” appeared in front of the torn curtain. I couldn’t see much. A thick fog-like cloud covered the whole scene. However, I could make out a stack of bread. The bread resembled thick tortillas. The whole stack lay on its side, just like the candlestick had. Suddenly, a hand slowly appeared and swept them all off to the left side, very slowly.

I didn’t see where it went, and the hand disappeared, along with the stack of bread. But I immediately wanted to know more about the bread. I remember that finding out who it belonged to seemed so important.

It All Comes Together

It was as if a great deal of what the vision of the candlestick and juice meant was downloaded into my spirit all at once. On the other hand, certain aspects of it still seem vague.

It seems that the candlestick represents all the things we hold deal to our fleshly lives. “Stuff”, for lack of a better term. It fell INTO the grape juice, or wine, which represents Jesus’ blood. This signifies that all must be hidden in that blood, including ourselves and everything we care for.

In the next vision, the “curtain” is obviously the veil that was rent from top to bottom when Jesus died on the cross. The mouth was God’s, and His Words/Instructions are so precious they are translated into precious stones as they cross from the veil and into our human space.

The bread, which represents Jesus’ body, was taken away to a place where we can no longer see Him with our flesh eyes. But the “shewbread” was replaced with the Holy Ghost, our constant Comforter.

More Questions Than Answers

That is all I have been given up to this point. I still don’t know what it signifies, who it’s for, or why it was revealed in two parts. It IS interesting to note that, four days after the first vision, the announcement was made that we would celebrate the Passover meal, as Jesus and His disciples had done, prior to His crucifixion.

I did not know that on the Wednesday of the vision. No one did. Which only confirms to me that it has something to do with the upcoming special service. What’s even more interesting is, once I had heard about the service, I had planned to NOT partake. I figured whatever was going on to steal my ability to worship, would also make me unfit to partake in the Passover celebration.

And so, I leave you with the vision of the empty candlestick, simply because the Word says…

And the LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.”

Habakkuk 2:2, KJV

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