May I meditate on the name of God, the name that calls Him who He is.
He is magnificent!
Heaven is in His name!
And yet, somehow, a song praising His name, and a word of thanks to Him, magnifies Him further. Is it because songs of praise and words of thanksgiving begin as meditation on His magnificence?
May I meditate on who God is with the curiosity and wonder of a child with a microscope and may I exclaim as child, "Wow! Cool! Look at this!" and then shove the microscope to anyone interested to share what I see with that child-like desire to say, "Look what I found!" and then, "Ok, your turn's over! Let me see it again! Go get your own microscope"? I may, and I am.
Me thinks this is music to His ears.
May I dissect His name? Just open up His name to see what's there? It's as easy as opening my Bible and reading what's there. Taking what's there at face value because I value face-to-face with God. I may, and I am.
And when I do, may I exclaim aloud, "Look at what I'm seeing! I never knew this is what the cells of His character look like!" And "Look! Look at the nuclei of His love! His love is so big!" I may, and I am.
Me thinks this is music to His ears more pleasing than the holy hoopla of horns and trumpets, and hooves and sandaled feet gathered for the sacrificial slaughter of ox or bull in bloody dissection.
Call it dissection, or meditation. Meditation is a cleaner word. Both magnify. Either way, may I open up the name of God on the laboratory table in my heart. Could that be called an altar? I may, I am, and yeah, it's altar.
Praise God for the blood of Jesus Christ, the one true sacrifice.
Praise God that the only dissection pleasing to Him is-
To dissect His name,
And then to exclaim
The child-like "Wow!"
"Look what I've found!"
To magnify parts
Of God in my heart;
To open the Way
To further His praise.
And may I praise further?
What if I dissected God's heart, not my problems?
What if I saw up-close what's pressed between the spiritual viewing slides, what's pressed between His Spirit and mine, what's beneath spiritual microscope; not what presses me between a rock and a hard place because my problems are too, too up-close?
Well, I'd surely see the nuclei of His love, His joy, His peace, His presence. Magnified. Up-close and face to face; Spirit to spirit. And if my spirit has cells, then yeah, cell to cell.
And surely I'd sing as the song goes-
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face;
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace."
I'd just personalize it.
It's music to His ears.
written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig
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