Thursday, August 21, 2014



God has a thing for stables

The frills seem lost on Him
The fancy-schmancy doesn't seem to float His boat

We have a God
Who digs
Raw and Real

Who would rather be up to His elbows
in the nitty-gritty of our lives,
than to have the wrapped-up-pretty version
we so often offer,
the one that obscures the Gift inside,
the complicated-messy-conundrum He's so crazy about.

He wants your Voice,
not your script

He wants your Heart
not an Excel spread sheet

He wants to confide
without having to cushion and clean it up
He wants to sit in silence
with one who hears anyway

When given the choice
between homogenized and humble
between white-washed and weathered
between the insulation of the inn
and the blood and sweat of the stable,
We have a God Who chooses the Stable,

Every time.

Who makes Himself at home there,
So we can make ourselves at home in Heaven.


"For now I have chosen and set apart this house, that my name may be there forever; 
My attention and my concern will be there always."
-2 Chronicles 7:16

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