When God shows up...

1 Kings 8:11
And the priests could not perform their service because of the cloud, for the glory of the Lord filled his temple.

Solomon has completed the temple.
He has brought the ark up from the City of David.  And in the majesty of the most amazing building that has ever been built in Israel, an even more amazing event occurs.

God shows up in such a way, that the priests are overwhelmed with the presence of His glory.  The couldn't even finish doing their priestly things.

2 Chronicles explains a bit more:

2 Chronicles 5:11-14 NIV
The priests then withdrew from the Holy Place. All the priests who were there had consecrated themselves, regardless of their divisions. All the Levites who were musicians—Asaph, Heman, Jeduthun and their sons and relatives—stood on the east side of the altar, dressed in fine linen and playing cymbals, harps and lyres. They were accompanied by 120 priests sounding trumpets. The trumpeters and musicians joined in unison to give praise and thanks to the Lord . Accompanied by trumpets, cymbals and other instruments, the singers raised their voices in praise to the Lord and sang: “He is good; his love endures forever.” Then the temple of the Lord was filled with the cloud, and the priests could not perform their service because of the cloud, for the glory of the Lord filled the temple of God.

After everything is set in place, the priests begin to sing.  120 musicians and singers begin to praise God.  And as they say how good God is, God just shows up and stops everything because of His awesomeness.

How many times I'm just going about my business, and a thought will come into my head.  And the thought is just the right thought at the right time.  And I begin to praise Him for just the way He showed up.  And I am overwhelmed with emotion.

The disciples had the same thing happen to them.

Matthew 17:1-8
After six days Jesus took with him Peter, James and John the brother of James, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. There he was transfigured before them. His face shone like the sun, and his clothes became as white as the light. Just then there appeared before them Moses and Elijah, talking with Jesus.   Peter said to Jesus, “Lord, it is good for us to be here. If you wish, I will put up three shelters—one for you, one for Moses and one for Elijah.”   While he was still speaking, a bright cloud covered them, and a voice from the cloud said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!”   When the disciples heard this, they fell facedown to the ground, terrified. But Jesus came and touched them. “Get up,” he said. “Don’t be afraid.”  When they looked up, they saw no one except Jesus.

Jesus had just put a thought in their heads.
"There will be some who won't die until they see my glory"

And then boom...they witness God being God.  And they have to stop what they are doing because of the awesomeness if the moment.

Interrupt us. 
Show us your glory, your majesty.
Whatever we are doing, let it be with the high praise of you on our lips and minds and hearts.
You are good, and your love endures forever.



2 Kings 23:25, 29

Neither before nor after Josiah was there a king like him who turned to the Lord as he did—with all his heart and with all his soul and with all his strength, in accordance with all the Law of Moses. While Josiah was king, Pharaoh Necho king of Egypt went up to the Euphrates River to help the king of Assyria. King Josiah marched out to meet him in battle, but Necho faced him and killed him at Megiddo.

Josiah was a king that had no compromise. Most of the other kings allowed high places in their kingdom ( places of idolatry ). But not Josiah. He destroyed every shrine and desecrated every high place. He cleansed the LORD'S temple of everything that didn't belong.

But he didn't live very long. 38 years old when he died.

Its not a tragedy when a person who pleases God dies young.

It is a tragedy when a person who lives only for themself dies of old age.

The Holy Spirit says of Josiah that he was an amazing king, unrivaled because of how he turned his life over to God.

What do you say of me, Jesus?
I do want to hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant"  when I die.

And they only way I'll hear that is if I turn to you just like Josiah did.



2 Kings 4:6
When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.” But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing.

A widow and an orphan. This time its Elisha, not Elijah. But the compassion and the miracle are very close to what Elijah experienced.

Elisha meets a lady who is in debt. And the collector is coming for her kids.

Her husband is dead, and she isnt going to make it.

Elisha tells her to gather what she does have ( a little oil ), and pour it in a whole bunch of empties.

She then gets SO MUCH, she can pay off her debts, and live on the rest.

Beautiful story.

God DOES care about us. He cares so much, he does perform miracles.

And he uses people as agents oftentimes.

I want to be that guy. Not for the credit of performing miracles, but because Jesus is looking around to see who wants to help Him:

2 Chronicles 16:9
For the eyes of the LORD look to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect toward him.

Make me an Elisha. I want to help widows and orphans in their distress.

James 1:27
Pure religion and undefiled before our God and Father is this: to visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.

I want that religion.



Whats the point.
You were right.

I dont got no more fight.

I really cant go on.
Hide me in a closet.

Take me to the bank deposit.

What good am I, really?
You dont even see me.

You dont wanna be me.

Screw this place.
Never mind, screw it all.

I should just take a fall.

If I ran away... that'd be good.
Some far away place.

Maybe outer space.

Shut that door, slip out the back.
You dont even know Im gone.

You wont find my footprints on the lawn.

Im no good.
Never have been.

Drown me in a bottle of gin.

Stay away from me.
I wont let you get close.

Im not a man...just a ghost.


the other side of the boat

Throughout the night, I search in vain
This net is empty still

But through the cloudless empty skies

My soul is dark and filled

Here, in hiding, I hide my heart

I wont recall His face

But in the quite calm of night

I ache for His embrace

The battered body hanging limp

Upon the cursed tree

While others watched His life depart

I chose to turn and flee

No carpenter can mend this break

No lungs should breath these breaths

The rapid rise of straining sighs

And pain as deep as death

"Cast your net again, my friend

But on the other side"

No man should dare to doubt my strength!

This anger, on my pride!

Exhausted limbs and weary hands

What brashness questions this!

But in His voice, a memory stirs

My jilted choice amiss

Is it...this man, oh can it be
I stare through pooling tears

The man, the One, but no...

Be gone, these mortal fears!

I leave the outline of the man

And quell the rising doubt

"His voice!  No...His voice!"

I stand, but reel in mind

The voice of beauty and of grace

Across the foaming brine!

I cast my net across the bow

Into the silent sea

Then tugs the rope against my hands

What weight! Crushed to bended knee!

Agony, release! I must now know

What man is on the shore

I turn to face the voice of whom

Cruel death could hold no more

The eyes of love are locked with mine

These eyes that could not see

It is the one who beckons still

For everyone like me

John 21:6-7


On my tombstone's written thusly
"one who marked his pathway well"

In the hours of the testing
Darkness came and darkness fell

But just as simply in a moment
freedom over conquered hell.