Not gonna lie . . . kind of like our place. I like coming home. I like hanging out in our house. I like the floor plan. I like how it’s been furnished. I like how it’s been decorated. I think that, while it’s nice, it’s certainly not ostentatious. In fact, I like it cause I think it’s pretty practical and functional. And, it’s always felt warm and welcoming to me. A place where I can relax and recharge.
Yeah, I like being at home. Few places I’d rather be. But David nails one of those “few places” in his song this morning.
O LORD, I love the habitation of Your house and the place where Your glory dwells.
(Psalm 26:8 ESV)
I love my Father’s house. I like hanging out where the glory of His presence rests.
Every time I enter, it too feels like I’m coming home. A warm and welcoming place. A safe haven. A place where strength is renewed.
Has nothing to do with the floor plan, the furniture, or the features. But has everything to do with the foundation and the materials used to build it.
So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus Himself being the cornerstone, in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. In Him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.
(Ephesians 2:19-22 ESV)
My Father’s house, the place where His glory dwells, has nothing do with “sacred buildings.” Has nothing to do with brick and mortar. Not about the color of the windows or the stuff on the walls. Nothing to do with some inanimate structure, regardless of how ornate it might be.
Rather, it’s a living structure. Its centerpiece the living Son of God. Second Person of the Triune God. God incarnate. The promised Messiah. The suffering Servant. The one and only Savior. The Christ who died for our sins, was buried, and rose again the third day according to the Scriptures.
According to the Scriptures . . . note that. While Christ is the living cornerstone of my Father’s house, the Scriptures are its living foundation. The word of the apostles and prophets. Not just ancient writings preserved on paper and ink (or cell phones and tablets). But the living word of God. Alive through the active agency of the Third Person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit, who is able to take the Scriptures and awaken the dead souls of men and women through them. To open wide the hard hearts of sinners with them. And to plant a living seed. A seed which, upon finding good soil, will grow and bear much fruit.
Yeah, my Father’s house is a living house. Built upon it’s living Head, founded upon His living Word. But what really makes it feel like home, is that it’s made with living stones.
. . . you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house . . .
(1Peter 2:5 ESV)
That’s why I love the habitation of God’s house. Because the glory is found in a place made up of people like me–sinners saved by grace, infused with the Spirit of God. Imperfect building materials deemed holy and made righteous in Christ. A place decorated with living trophies of grace, of all sizes, shapes, and different dispositions, yet all reflecting some facet of the manifold wisdom God. A living, functioning body, each member with differing gifts in differing measures, but all serving to build the house where God longs to dwell. A family growing together making up Abba’s abode. Brothers and sisters, crazy aunts and uncles, sometimes hard to get along with siblings, but all being made ready to be presented as a spotless bride before her adoring Bridegroom.
Living stones. All being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.
That’s my Father’s house. That’s where the glory dwells.
O LORD, I love the habitation of Your house . . .
Not gonna lie . . . kind of like God’s place. Kind of like coming home.
By His grace. For His glory.