Holy Gates

Lift Up Your Heads, O You Gates Psalm 24:7–9

"Lift up your heads, O you gates! And be lifted up, you everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in."

Gates mark thresholds in the spirit.

Grids expose who holds power in the natural.

But glory — Glory is what we walk into when we’ve passed through every gate and laid down everything at each threshold.

Sheep Gate — We entered not with offerings, but as the offering. We gave up all. We followed God’s voice.

Fish Gate — We were called, though we often cast nets into silence. Still, we obeyed.

Old Gate — We returned to what was ancient and true. Not man’s patterns — but God’s blueprint.

Valley Gate — He brought us low. Pride stripped. Identity emptied. We were taught to walk unseen.

Dung Gate — This is where the waste came out: Self-righteousness, false prophecy, false friendships, and intrusions. We didn’t just survive it — we took the rubbish outside the camp.

Here we encountered a tormenting presence. A mind not our own — scattered, agitated, like smoke rising from the pit. It wore the face of friendship but carried the torment of the fifth trumpet: not death, but the longing for escape. Mental anguish masked as concern. Confusion dressed in care.

That tormenting presence tries to lay itself on us — to pass through familiar doors, to take root in our minds. But we did not receive it. We bore it for a moment, then returned it to the sender — and sealed our gates.

Fountain Gate — Then came water. Not from taps or tanks, but from the deep. The Spirit began to flow — unobstructed by the old self.

Water Gate — His Word returned fresh. We weren’t quoting anymore. We were consumed. Truth soaked into the walls of our tents and into our very bones.

East Gate — And now, we lift our heads. Not as those escaping — but as those awaiting the King of Glory to enter His Temple.

This is where some dwell now: in the stillness after the purging. In the peace that came not from silence, but from holy separation.

The river of still water “He leads us beside still waters. He restores our soul.” — Psalm 23

If our minds are still, then our waters are still. This is not the absence of noise — this is the presence of order.

This is the stillness that welcomes glory.