A Humble and Contrite Spirit, Trembling

Thus says the Lord:

“Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool;

what is the house that you would build for me,

and what is the place of my rest?

All these things my had has made, and so all these things came to be,

declares the Lord.

But this is the one to whom I will look:

he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at my word.

The most amazing place that has ever been thought of (by the only one who could think it), a place that our simple minds can not even come close to imagining, is Gods chair.

The incredible paradise of earth with its majestic peaks and crystal blue waters is only a footstool and only worthy to be under his feet.

So what is a simple building made from sand, water and wood, made by sinful hands, compared to the majesty of God whose footstool is the earth and whose chair is the third heaven. Is there a building that we, “gnats” compared to even angles, could build with our hands of flesh? In this case, if even the glory and grandeur of the temple in Jerusalem is only a pile of sand, what is there that I could do, what could I make, what could I could I force my self to do, how many mouths could I feed, how many sacrifices could I make with my own hands that could turn the eye of this God? There is so obviously nothing that even the greatest of men could do, say, build or even sacrifice with his own hands.  It is all filthy rags.

What is it then that could turn the gaze of this God aside from the pleasure of infinite enjoyment of Himself alone?

You. When you are humble and have a humble heart. When you hear the word of the Lord and obey it with out a second thought; simply because He is good.

This God never stops searching the face of the earth for those who would simply recognize their brokenness, humble themselves, turn their face to Him and whisper, “I love you!”