When they arrived back in Jerusalem, Jesus entered the Temple and began to drive out the people buying and selling animals for sacrifices. He knocked over the tables of the money changers and the chairs of those selling doves, and he stopped everyone from using the Temple as a marketplace. He said to them,“The Scriptures declare, ‘My Temple will be called a house of prayer for all nations,’ but you have turned it into a den of thieves.” Mark 11:15-17
The soul is a sanctuary, created in the image of God. It is sacred, holy, a precious place where sandals are removed and candles are lit. It is a miniature place of meeting, a very embassy of heaven itself.
God's love is extravagant for us. Of all the places in the universe he has chosen our soul as the meeting ground for Communion. Adam and Eve had their Garden. Abraham had his Canopy. Moses had his Mountain. John had his Jordan. John the Apostle had his Island. This is yours; your soul. Each day he waits for you to awake so he can walk with you in the cool of your Garden and commune with you, with ease, grace, and keen interest. Souls are the places of his intervention. They are where he is.
For whatever reason, it happens. Robbers force there way onto this holy ground. Perhaps they come in the guise of aides - assistants in our communion with God. They may be books, trends; they may be formulas, 10 Steps to Getting Closer to God. However it happens, our souls become cluttered with these things. Sometimes it is so difficult navigating through the forest of these things that, by the time we arrive at the honest, pure, and simple time with God we are exhausted, and in dire need of resurrection.
We may not see it as such but these are robbers. They rob us of our energy. They rob us of our time. They - though many times good - create barriers, promote procrastination, and sidetrack us from the thing we had all along, hearts to recognize and meet him in the cool of the Day. If not for Jesus clearing our temples of these robbers - they have the hellish potential to "fall us short" of the Original Communion.
O Grave Robber
You have robbed me from my hell
And yet I am robbed of your beauty
I have need to be robbed once again
Clear the issues of my heart
With the passion of your jelous Flame
Until nothing remains
Ecxept the tender soil under my feet
Unhindered by vines and obstacles that creep along the Way
And be with me
Again
In the cool of the afternoon of the Garden
The soul is a sanctuary, created in the image of God. It is sacred, holy, a precious place where sandals are removed and candles are lit. It is a miniature place of meeting, a very embassy of heaven itself.
God's love is extravagant for us. Of all the places in the universe he has chosen our soul as the meeting ground for Communion. Adam and Eve had their Garden. Abraham had his Canopy. Moses had his Mountain. John had his Jordan. John the Apostle had his Island. This is yours; your soul. Each day he waits for you to awake so he can walk with you in the cool of your Garden and commune with you, with ease, grace, and keen interest. Souls are the places of his intervention. They are where he is.
For whatever reason, it happens. Robbers force there way onto this holy ground. Perhaps they come in the guise of aides - assistants in our communion with God. They may be books, trends; they may be formulas, 10 Steps to Getting Closer to God. However it happens, our souls become cluttered with these things. Sometimes it is so difficult navigating through the forest of these things that, by the time we arrive at the honest, pure, and simple time with God we are exhausted, and in dire need of resurrection.
We may not see it as such but these are robbers. They rob us of our energy. They rob us of our time. They - though many times good - create barriers, promote procrastination, and sidetrack us from the thing we had all along, hearts to recognize and meet him in the cool of the Day. If not for Jesus clearing our temples of these robbers - they have the hellish potential to "fall us short" of the Original Communion.
O Grave Robber
You have robbed me from my hell
And yet I am robbed of your beauty
I have need to be robbed once again
Clear the issues of my heart
With the passion of your jelous Flame
Until nothing remains
Ecxept the tender soil under my feet
Unhindered by vines and obstacles that creep along the Way
And be with me
Again
In the cool of the afternoon of the Garden
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