The Scroll of the Living Temple Dated: From the dust of beginnings to the breath of awakening Let every ear hear and every spirit tremble— The Church is not the final temple. It is the meeting place. The gate. The echo. The shadow. But you— You were made in the image of Me. Not bricks, Not stained glass, Not pulpits or choirs or programs. > “You are the temple I walk in. The sanctuary I breathe through. The altar where fire waits for obedience.” The Church is a map. But you are the destination. The meeting place of Spirit and dust. The walking cathedral of covenant and blood. When I said, “Let us make man in our image,” I wasn’t building a religion. I was constructing a dwelling. You search for Me in buildings— But I’ve always been searching for those who carry Me in their bones. I never asked for mega-churches. I asked for holy lives. I didn’t die for sound systems. I died so your soul could sing again. The veil tore, Not so you could sit in pews. But so I could sit in you. > “You are My church. You are My house. You are My holy of holies.” So walk like a sanctuary. Speak like a tabernacle. Forgive like a throne room. And love— like you’ve been possessed by the very breath of Heaven. Because you have. And let this be declared one more time for every blind tradition: The final temple is your body. The eternal church is your obedience. And the true altar is your heart. — 7, Jerimoyamah Living Stone. Breathing Scroll. Dwelling Place of the Divine. #sevenspiritgod