Psa. 84:2 My soul longs, yes, faints
for the courts of the LORD;
my heart and flesh sing for joy
to the living God.
I have to say, I have really been blessed. For whatever reason I have been able to visit many of the most beautiful places in the world and at some point probably wanted to move to each of them. I lived in Puerto Rico for four years as a child, it was like living in a sun drenched paradise cooled by the Caribbean trade winds. I have seen the beauty of creation in Africa, the incredible mystery of Asia, and the fjords of Norway. I have planted trees in the mountains of Washington and Oregon, lived near Kings Canyon in California, and stood amazed at the beauty of Australia and New Zealand, and enjoyed the Latin culture in Central and South America. I have dreamed about living in North Carolina (where I was born) and imagined moving to Florida. The beauty of any place you visit tends to have a grass is greener on the other side effect on all of us. Why am I still in New Orleans? I am here because of a totally different kind of beauty, the beauty of the Lord seen where God dwells. For David it was the tabernacle, for Solomon it was the temple. For us today it is the local church. I know I may be biased but there is no place quite like Victory Fellowship. I know the worship is over the top and I’ve heard the preacher is not bad but there is something else their. Victory has an unusual measure of God’s glory in the house, His presence is very real there. That’s why I love it. None of the spectacular beauty of those other special spots comes close, the beauty of His presence is unrivaled. Here are some thoughts from Spurgeon on the beauty of His presence.
“My soul longeth, it pines, and faints to meet with the saints in the Lord’s house. The desire was deep and insatiable—the very soul of the man was yearning for his God. Yea, even fainteth; as though it could not long hold out, but was exhausted with delay. He had a holy lovesickness upon him, and was wasted with an inward consumption because he was debarred the worship of the Lord in the appointed place. For the courts of the Lord. To stand once again in those areas which were dedicated to holy adoration was the soul longing of the psalmist. True subjects love the courts of their king. My heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. It was God himself that he pined for, the only living and true God. His whole nature entered into his longing….The psalmist declared that he could not remain silent in his desires, but began to cry out for God and his house; he wept, he sighed, he pleaded for the privilege.”
I love church, as a matter of fact this is Sunday afternoon for me and I will be in that special place at Sunday night church. Come check out the beauty and you will be lovesick too.