I was awakened this morning with a verse in my spirit:

‘that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth,

And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.’

… Phil 2:10-11

And then I saw a picture

a plain with many people bowing before a tall, dominating – a golden but intimidating image

fields of people … everyone bowing,

but 3 figures stood alone on the horizon…

only 3 among the multitude that did not bow to this image of man’s making.

And for this, they were apprehended, marked, threatened, intimidated.

And when they would not comply and take the knee to the idol, they were thrown into a fiery furnace,

to put down the rebellion against the king’s word + rid the kingdom of such non-conformity.

It was a defining moment.

But, like Nebuchadnezzar in the Daniel Bible story, who saw a 4^th man walking with them in the fire,

I then heard a song and the words…

‘But I bow down and kiss the Son!’