Oh come, let us sing to the Lord! Let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation! Let us come into His presence with thanksgiving! Let us make a joyful noise to Him with songs of praise! For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods. (Verses 1-3)
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him stood the seraphim. Each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called to the other: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!" And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: "Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!" Isaiah 6 (Italics mine)
And over His head they put the charge against Him, which read, "This is Jesus, the King of the Jews." Matthew 27
He sits wrapped in the splendor of an emerald rainbow of light while heavenly beings surround our God with praises that cannot help but emanate from them, wracking their bodies with the depth of it, pounding heaven with quakings that shake its foundations. Power, restrained and thundering its mere exhaust, lets off only a stream of the potential coursing and humming its existence. Able to create and destroy, empower and strip, to blow Earth and the universe away in a single whiff. Thousands upon thousands of angels lift their voices in rapturous choruses that echo to the outskirts of heaven and beyond. There isn't enough time or energy to fully express how great is the One Who sits on the throne--Whose train fills the temple. God's very presence imbues His realm with glory--weightiness that takes the breath away, buckles the knees and reveals our flimsy humanity. We are unclean and lost without Him. Our hearts are gutters where our filth resides. The King sits in holiness and into His presence we bring our dust. That is our reality.
But here is the reason we come into His presence with thanksgiving, praise and joyful noises--Jesus. King Jesus Who loved the minions of His Earth so much He was willing to show us what love looks like. Left the emerald swirlings of the throne room to get His feet dirty on the dusty trails of a planet He holds in His hands on a regular basis. The One Who dwelt in all there was before Earth was formed and Who spoke it all into being (John 1), came to be with His creation. Took on our dirt. Held our hands. Touched our leprosy. Spoke to our addictions and bound up our broken hearts. What King does that? Takes on the poverty of His realm in order to redeem it from itself? Oh, the heart of such a monarch! Who could demand our slavery in knee-bending submission but instead stepped down out of heaven and ripped the veil that separated us from our great King--ripped it in two from top to bottom! So we could come in and dance! Twirl around in endless circles of delight before the Father--our King of Kings. Princesses and princes allowed access into the rainbow to fellowship forever with our Abba Who exults over us with loud singing, rejoices over us with gladness and quiets us with His love (Zephaniah 3)!
Can you see it? The Lord God of All stands in the midst of the tumult and triumph that beats and thrums His very existence and rejoices with us that we are His! The King does this! There is great joy in His heart over our entrance into His presence. Think of that. We are to come before the Rock of our salvation with noisy, raucous praise and dance to the beat of our unfathomable gratefulness as He bellows His joy over us! A party of praise that makes the throne room shake and the angels wonder. Life on our planet is hard and the peeks into the Divine often cloaked in the smog of our smallness. Bad news smothers hope. Joy is in short supply. So go! Into the throne room where there is life! A King waits there to mitigate our pain and slather us with His love. At great price to Himself, our Monarch bought our way into His glory, so let's not miss a moment of the celebration!
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him stood the seraphim. Each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called to the other: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!" And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: "Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!" Isaiah 6 (Italics mine)
And over His head they put the charge against Him, which read, "This is Jesus, the King of the Jews." Matthew 27
He sits wrapped in the splendor of an emerald rainbow of light while heavenly beings surround our God with praises that cannot help but emanate from them, wracking their bodies with the depth of it, pounding heaven with quakings that shake its foundations. Power, restrained and thundering its mere exhaust, lets off only a stream of the potential coursing and humming its existence. Able to create and destroy, empower and strip, to blow Earth and the universe away in a single whiff. Thousands upon thousands of angels lift their voices in rapturous choruses that echo to the outskirts of heaven and beyond. There isn't enough time or energy to fully express how great is the One Who sits on the throne--Whose train fills the temple. God's very presence imbues His realm with glory--weightiness that takes the breath away, buckles the knees and reveals our flimsy humanity. We are unclean and lost without Him. Our hearts are gutters where our filth resides. The King sits in holiness and into His presence we bring our dust. That is our reality.
But here is the reason we come into His presence with thanksgiving, praise and joyful noises--Jesus. King Jesus Who loved the minions of His Earth so much He was willing to show us what love looks like. Left the emerald swirlings of the throne room to get His feet dirty on the dusty trails of a planet He holds in His hands on a regular basis. The One Who dwelt in all there was before Earth was formed and Who spoke it all into being (John 1), came to be with His creation. Took on our dirt. Held our hands. Touched our leprosy. Spoke to our addictions and bound up our broken hearts. What King does that? Takes on the poverty of His realm in order to redeem it from itself? Oh, the heart of such a monarch! Who could demand our slavery in knee-bending submission but instead stepped down out of heaven and ripped the veil that separated us from our great King--ripped it in two from top to bottom! So we could come in and dance! Twirl around in endless circles of delight before the Father--our King of Kings. Princesses and princes allowed access into the rainbow to fellowship forever with our Abba Who exults over us with loud singing, rejoices over us with gladness and quiets us with His love (Zephaniah 3)!
Can you see it? The Lord God of All stands in the midst of the tumult and triumph that beats and thrums His very existence and rejoices with us that we are His! The King does this! There is great joy in His heart over our entrance into His presence. Think of that. We are to come before the Rock of our salvation with noisy, raucous praise and dance to the beat of our unfathomable gratefulness as He bellows His joy over us! A party of praise that makes the throne room shake and the angels wonder. Life on our planet is hard and the peeks into the Divine often cloaked in the smog of our smallness. Bad news smothers hope. Joy is in short supply. So go! Into the throne room where there is life! A King waits there to mitigate our pain and slather us with His love. At great price to Himself, our Monarch bought our way into His glory, so let's not miss a moment of the celebration!
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