I grew up thinking heaven would be really boring. I imagined it would be a lot like sitting through the family services at the large church my parents attended, which I usually dreaded. There’s a worship song that quotes Psalm 83, “better is one day in your courts than thousands elsewhere”. My heart would flinch as I realized I couldn’t relate; I didn’t feel like that.
In hindsight, I hadn’t truly experienced God’s presence before. Because once you do, you echo the psalmists words that “I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked.”(83:10) I wholeheartedly agree that this world can’t offer me a lifetime of anything that is comparably to a moment in God’s presence.
And I’ve learned that being with God isn’t just standing through a corporate worship session, mouthing along to the words.
It’s when the words of the Bible jump off the page to me and tell me exactly what I need to hear. It’s when I’m walking through the park in autumn and realize he’s even provided beauty in the death of leaves. It’s when his peace and presence wash over me in the most unlikely circumstance, like my son gasping for air during an asthma attack.
I could go on and on and on. When is a time you’ve experienced his presence? If you don’t think you have yet, ask for it. I had a professor say one time that we are as close to God as we want to be. I feel repentant this morning, for all the things I put first before seeking out time in God’s space.
In a world of relentless opportunities to be distracted, what does it look like for you to be with God?