My soul faints for the Lord...or does it?
I love what the psalmist has to say concerning the presence of God...
How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise! (Psalms 84:1-4)
"My soul longs—faints—for the Lord…" Can you honestly say that your soul was fainting for the Lord as you walked into this place this morning? Can you honestly say that? I’m not sure I can say that? Maybe my soul was fainting for a cup of coffee, but for the Lord? We have a tendency to let the temporal things of this world distract us from the eternal things of God. Our souls faint for a bass boat and fishing rod. Our souls faint for a cup of pour-over coffee and a wayfarer waffle. Our souls faint for "Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions – on a sesame seed bun." But by the time we walk through these doors—we’re fainted out and in-between yawns we do our best to sing: "It’s your breath in our lungs so we pour out our praise."
There’s no judgment here—I am more guilty of this then anyone in this room! There’s no judgment—but there is an exhortation. An exhortation to calm our minds for a moment, to acknowledge that the very breath we breath is the breath of life that he has breathed into us. An exhortation to declare our dependency upon him. Then we can sing with the Psalmist: "How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord…Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise!"