Tuesday, September 23, 2014

plaster it everywhere.

I should be in bed, but I need silence more than sleep.

I need to sit heavy, to dwell in my Dwelling place. Has has been our dwelling place in all generations.  Surely he did not leave us as orphans in this place. Surely God is no stranger to suffering, and surely He is present in this place, even when I know it not, even when I forget or ignore Him.

He meets us where He promises: in His Word. I want to wrap myself up in it, to build a house made of Him, to take refuge under the shadow of His wings, and to pull everyone I love into safety with me.

And what I need has been commanded.  Where I want to go, I have been invited.  Truly, this is grace.

Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates. (Deut 6:4-9)

These words of God: they are your life. Carry them with you, plaster them on your walls and keep them before your eyes and in your heart.

This morning, we added imperfect, papery decoration to our hallways, our mirrors, and even the front porch.  We will not win any Better Homes contenst.   But God will remain before our eyes in the days to come. When we walk from bathroom to bedroom and drop our hope along the way, His Word will fill us up again.

Plaster it everywhere, friends in Christ, and remember that you dwell in Him even as His word richly dwells in you.

 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. 
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my beloved brothers, stand firm, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. (1 Cor 15:56-58)

Psalm 90 English Standard Version (ESV)

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.

Lord, you have been our dwelling place
    in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
    or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
    from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You return man to dust
    and say, “Return, O children of man!”
For a thousand years in your sight
    are but as yesterday when it is past,
    or as a watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream,
    like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
    in the evening it fades and withers.
For we are brought to an end by your anger;
    by your wrath we are dismayed.
You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your presence.
For all our days pass away under your wrath;
    we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,
    or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
    they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger,
    and your wrath according to the fear of you?
So teach us to number our days
    that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Return, O Lord! How long?
    Have pity on your servants!
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
    that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
    and for as many years as we have seen evil.
Let your work be shown to your servants,
    and your glorious power to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,
    and establish the work of our hands upon us;
    yes, establish the work of our hands!

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