last weekend at my church we had one of our O2 events, nights of worship that are put on every 3 months where we take communion and just worship. I'd only been once before, over a year ago, and even though I loved it then, I always seemed to miss the nights somehow. I'm so glad I went last Friday though. The theme, or slogan rather, was Coram Deo, Latin for Before the Face of God.
That's a powerful thought. Or perspective really. Because we all are right before the face of God, in his prescence at all times, even when we think no one is looking. It's comforting and alarming. He knows our good intentions, even when the go wrong. And He knows out deceptions and lies, even when we seem honorable and good in the eyes of others. It's quite humbling either way you look at it.
One of the songs they played Friday was "How He Loves". I believe it's originally by John Mark McMillan, but it's been covered many times by various groups. Regardless, the song has a line in the bridge: "Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss". I love that line. A sloppy wet kiss. A passionate, eager, and nevertheless intimate declaration of love. That's how God shows his love for us. He is eager, passionate, and intimate. It's amazing. The entire room, filled with a few thousand people, had lit candles all across. Upon entering, we were all given pieces of a shattered mosaic. By the end, all pieces were arranged to make an image of a tree. A tree. Something we see everyday and yet has eternal significance.
The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil; our temptation, our lust, and our downfall. The Tree of Life; our prize, our goal, God's gift. And the cross. When the death of Jesus was foretold in Isaiah, it was said that the Messiah would die upon a tree. This was hundreds of years before the Roman occupation of Israel. Hundreds of years before the introduction of crucifixion. Peter calls the cross a tree. This tree is our salvation. A link between Satan, Death, our temptation of the Tree of Knowledge, and God, Heaven, and the Tree of Life. It's amazing.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain this regrets,
When I think about, the way He loves us.
That's a powerful thought. Or perspective really. Because we all are right before the face of God, in his prescence at all times, even when we think no one is looking. It's comforting and alarming. He knows our good intentions, even when the go wrong. And He knows out deceptions and lies, even when we seem honorable and good in the eyes of others. It's quite humbling either way you look at it.
One of the songs they played Friday was "How He Loves". I believe it's originally by John Mark McMillan, but it's been covered many times by various groups. Regardless, the song has a line in the bridge: "Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss". I love that line. A sloppy wet kiss. A passionate, eager, and nevertheless intimate declaration of love. That's how God shows his love for us. He is eager, passionate, and intimate. It's amazing. The entire room, filled with a few thousand people, had lit candles all across. Upon entering, we were all given pieces of a shattered mosaic. By the end, all pieces were arranged to make an image of a tree. A tree. Something we see everyday and yet has eternal significance.
The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil; our temptation, our lust, and our downfall. The Tree of Life; our prize, our goal, God's gift. And the cross. When the death of Jesus was foretold in Isaiah, it was said that the Messiah would die upon a tree. This was hundreds of years before the Roman occupation of Israel. Hundreds of years before the introduction of crucifixion. Peter calls the cross a tree. This tree is our salvation. A link between Satan, Death, our temptation of the Tree of Knowledge, and God, Heaven, and the Tree of Life. It's amazing.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss, And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain this regrets,
When I think about, the way He loves us.
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