This is an excerpt from a very old book that details Morris Cerullo's encounter with God in a vision.

Before that sea of humanity appeared a manifestation of the Godhead!
Oh, he did not see Jesus with long brown hair, a beautiful beard and a nice long white robe, but he knew it was God!
Directly in front of that magnificent mass of people, about the height of an average man, about six feet tall and two feet wide, there appeared a great flaming ball of brightness and glory.
It had no physical human features about it at all! There were no eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouth, no hands and no legs, but just a great flaming ball of brightness and glory.
When it appeared, Morris began to shake with that host of people who had also seen the same manifestation! Morris thought of how Moses must have felt when he beheld the burning bush, a bush with flames of fire, yet never consumed.
There had not been a sound made up until this time for this tremendous Presence commanded the reverence, quietness and attention of everyone.
The glory of the Presence shone as ten thousand suns and a million moons. No words could detail its color. No vocabulary is adequate to describe its majesty.
But the Presence stood there in its crystallization of glory and brightness, causing the heavens to shine with its radiance.


It is in many ways very similar to my encounter with God in 1993 in that God showed himself in the form of an all consuming fire. Not a cold fire but the exact opposite. Immensely alive and glorious. It was as if he was everything there could be that had the common denominator of being holy. That common denominator in and of itself was sort of the fabric or perhaps the stem of it all, that which made the fire warm rather than cold, interesting rather than boring, glorious rather than chaotic.

My deepest experiences of being filled by the Holy Spirit have been similar, a feeling of being filled by a substance that is similar and has a similar effect. Some of the miracles I have worked by way of the gifts of the Spirit have been similar in nature, especially when the result was that unbelievers were brought under extreme conviction about the reality of the things of the gospel.

Boring and "holy" is safe. Exciting and unholy is the way of this world. Exciting and holy at the same time is what God is like. Noone else is but he is.

The only capacity in which God and the things of God could be said to be boring would be in the fact that they are nothing but real. Boringly real. Which equals real.