From Doorpost to Footstool
PSALM 84:10
One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship,
beats thousands spent on Greek island (or Spanish) beaches.
I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God
than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.
Each moment I have spent within the gates of his home, within the sound of his melody of Grace ... my heart has been affected, moved and transformed. I have at times stood just outside the doorway, shy and feeling unworthy (and by Law's standard, I was unworthy), I only needed to be close enough to hear his melody.
Closing my eyes I start to sing along softly ... and as I do my voice is joined by a harmony from a heavenly source ... rich and layered in tone, it's the beauty of his voice singing along with the heart of mine. Then as I open my eyes I find that he has moved me from outside the doorpost of this place, to the footstool of Love and Mercy. Is it any wonder ... I would rather be here than anywhere? Each moment in his presence brings 10,000 reasons to bless His name!
