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By Samuel Liu
This is what the LORD says: “Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. Where is the house you will build for me? Where will my resting place be?”
In the Old Testament, Israel built tabernacles and the Temple in Jerusalem as the “house of the Lord,” the resting place where God’s manifest presence dwelled on the earth. In the New Testament, Paul writes that our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor 6:19), and so now, the house that we build for God is not a physical building, but an internal “garden” within our hearts.
A garden locked is my sister, my bride, a spring locked, a fountain sealed…
Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits.
Song of Solomon 4:12, 16
It is interesting to note that, as the word “temple” conveys a sense of holiness, glory, majesty, reverence, and awe, the word “garden” depicts rest, fellowship, leisure, and pleasure. God has already established his throne (temple) in heaven, so it is no wonder the first place He created to meet with man on the earth was a garden, the Garden of Eden.
Today, for each of us to build the house of God in our lives, we need to cultivate the garden within our hearts, so God can come and walk with us in our gardens. How do we prepare our gardens for the Lord? There are many keys. One key is to constantly sow the Word of God into the soil of our hearts, to bear much fruit, as Jesus depicted in the parable of the sower (Mark 4:20). As we spend time immersing ourselves in the Word of God, we are building a house of devotion to the Lord, and providing a resting place for Him to dwell.
Time flies so quickly by,
Frantic people at twice the speed,
Passing ahead to future lies.
I sweep the dust they left behind.
Wave goodbye, wave Godspeed,
Follow your fortune cookie dreams.
What lies ahead they cannot see,
Around the corner to destiny.
At the bus stop in the rain,
Drenched and lonely beneath the clock.
Yet somehow I wait content,
Knowing the way it’s going to end.
Wave again to passer-by’s,
Bid farewell and watch them leave.
Soon enough they’re out of sight,
Thinking of you I close my eyes.
Don’t know when you’re going to come,
I will stand here, tall and true.
When I see you, I’ll leap and run
Into your love, into your arms.
Love appears after the rain
But love has always been there
Love arrives after the pain
But love has always been here
Love is the train that knows no end
Its tracks are ever constructing
When you reach the end of your friends
Love is coming, love is reaching
Love is never late
Love just takes time
Love is never afraid
To climb, to climb