The house of the Lord

Sitting in the chapel in the mountains I was sweetly overrun with the memory of the joy and affection I once felt in the house of worship. The stillness, silence and space consecrated to the single purpose of bringing people to God used to envelop me with a sense of God’s presence. Growing up, one of my complaints about church was that it was not open 24hrs.

While I don’t believe that God is physically bound to a certain space, neither can I deny that something is tangibly different about a dedicated space for worship.

It is here that I recall a verse dear to my heart:

“One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the LORD And to meditate in His temple” (Psa. 27:4)

My life is so crowded, both literally and figuratively. It takes a Herculean effort to create a space consistently to be with an invisible God of the suburbs in military housing.

Perhaps there was a reason why Moses, Elijah and Jesus went to the mountains to be with God. In this beautiful and yet unforgiving wilderness I am immediately attentive to the movements of God. The uneven pavement littered with hard rocks require mindful steps in every walk . The vast landscape and the majestic mountain peaks shout transcendence in every direction. Humility is effortless here. Could this be the house of the Lord?

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