We live in a land of churches. I love the grand scale of peace these stones stacked on stones create. The familiar smell of myrrh in each one, the scent of tranquility. I love thinking about the life of the stone mason who worked each day on his one column, often times passing his tools to his son before finishing this work of a lifetime. I love that God appointed fine craftsmen to build his house. That artists have a place in creating worship. That each detail of our work is Spirit-appointed participation in God’s work.
David prays these words to God, having witnessed a king lose his crown, his mind, and his hope. He has witnessed a man fall from grace, not by sin or immorality, but by becoming absorbed in work instead of God. Created for good, work can be our greatest temptation to sin. King Saul disobeyed in worship. Two times he made decisions based on what the people thought instead of God. (1 Sam 13:7-10, 15:9-15) What he did made sense as a statesmen and a military strategist. But not as an anointed one.
We each have God-appointed work to do. As children we play our way into our adult occupations. Somewhere along the way, if we’re not careful, worship is lost from our work and we can’t understand where joy has gone. Steadfast were the hands of the man that rose in the cold, dark morning and rested finally by candle-light. These hands were coarse, bruised, and poor, but constant and faithful to their work.
Work as Worship.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. Psalm 51:12