One Sunday afternoon, Big Red and I took off on an old-fashioned “Sunday drive”. We had a destination in mind, but we purposely traveled every side road known to the mailman ( and a few that probably weren’t) along the way.
As we passed by a little neighborhood of houses with mowed grass and other usual indications of normal life, we noticed a hand-painted sign in front of one that read
“Welcome to the
Casa de Amore!”
Being the people we are, this got us (well, me anyway) tickled.
Was this some sweet, romantic gesture,
This morning I was considering all my best-laid bloggy plans; I had hoped to blog every day for Leah’s Living Thankful series this month, a plan quickly derailed by work, illness, and life in general.
Then I found something I had written on a slip of paper in my Bible that reminded me of our little field trip past the Casa de Amore.
In Psalm 27 (y’all know I like that one), David asked to "dwell in the house” of the Lord forever. He is asking for what, in the earthly sense, he is not allowed to have.
Only the priests could enter the Holy Place, and David is, in essence, asking for the privileges of the priests. Eventually, David gets this—in Heaven!
What David desired, I am offered in Christ. Full access, torn veil.
I am invited, not only as God’s guest but as His child through His grace—to be a kingdom of priest, serving and seeking Him in His presence.
He also says that my body is a temple—His dwelling place.
I am both priest and tabernacle.
Casa de Amore.
A house of Love,
because Christ loved me and gave Himself up for me,
and when He was glorified, the Spirit came.
This Thanksgiving, I want to be grateful all over again for the blood of Jesus that alone satisfies the Father.
I am thankful that He didn’t stop at atonement--
He gave me access,
tabernacles with me,
loves me from the inside out.