We as humans are gifted with the fact that we are so short sighted and are seldom not in awe when things happen to us that may be out of the ordinary routine, whether for good or bad. Blind sided though we are we also demonstrate remarkable resiliance. I am part of that resiliance and am here to help, through my writings and through discussions with the reader. So sit back, buckle your seat belts, and enjoy the ride.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Before the altar Part III
God in His infinite wisdom had another purpose. In being able to be in the temple, the worship was purer, simpler, with few accoutrements to distract men (because remember women were not to enter the temple proper but had their own court) This got people's minds focused on God. Similarly this calls us all to consider our bodies and minds temples of the LORD. What clutters my mind? When I look at the worship service, what is it that distracts me? And what am I going to do about it? The quietness and solitude of worship service is equated in Isaiah 30:29 as, "Ye shall have a song, as in the night when holy solemnity is kept and gladness of the heart as when on goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the LORD to the mighty One of Isreal." Do I hold His service in that same solemnity? Am I glad to be in His presence? Is it like a breath of fresh air to me? Worship was so much of the apostles' lives, every single day, that it was second nature to them. And when it came time for them to suffer in prison, it was not a problem to sing praises to God (Acts 16:25). Just as with Jesus, because worship was so much a part of His life, such that pryaing constantly to Him in any circumstance was not a problem (Luke 6:12), and He could sleep as the boat filled with apostles was slipping through a storm into certain doom. (Matthew 8:23-27) Am I on my knees before God? Is my face bowed to the ground, as Abrahma and Moses did so often in the Father's presence? Do I recognize Jesus and in doing so, recognize His Lordship?
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