This week we begin worship with:
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.
As many know (Yes, because I talk about it way too much!), our family escapes in the summer to Camp-of-the-Woods for the combination of worship, fellowship, family, and fun that it provides. It is a long drive, but as we near the end the familiar landmarks start to appear — the Adirondack park sign, the mileage sign for the Town of Speculator, the welcome sign for the town, and then finally the sign for Camp. By the time we see it we are collectively leaning forward in our seats straining to see it come into view.
Our verse this morning has that same sense. We long (kāsap̄) for the courts of the LORD. So much so, that if we are delayed for any reason our inner-self faints (kālâ) in exhaustion.
We hear our colleagues at work longing for the start of the weekend till we are greeted with “Happy Friday!”. Oh, that they too would have the joy of reaching Sunday!
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