No, not the side of my head… the temple of the Holy Spirit! ME!
Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit,
who is in you, whom you have received from God?
You are not your own; you were bought at a price.
Therefore honor God with your bodies.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20
I remember when that truth finally sank in for me… that I am the new house of the Holy of Holies. The Spirit of God no longer lives in a private part of the temple, only accessible to high priests, He lives in me. WHOA. This is so wild.
I don’t know about all you other temples out there… but I feel like this kind of raises the bar for our lives. We can’t just get away with being a regular old tent of flesh, blood and bones anymore. We were formed, grown, redeemed and transformed to house God. That is pretty stinkin’ majestic!
The thing is, I forget this sometimes. I get caught up in slingin’ coffees 40 hours a week at work, doing busy little things on my days off , not to mention planning, prepping, and tweaking all the details in my life to feel like I am in control. I am forgetting about that majestic truth. God is inside of me.
So I’ve decided it’s time for a temple scrub-down. Physically, and spiritually. I mean, this is the only temple I’m gonna get… so I’m breakin’ out my Jesus Brillo-pad!
I’ve started going to Zumba and Oula classes! Oh-mylanta, is it ever FUN! For an hour three times a week I get to dance around (like a HUGE dork) and exercise the temple. Ole!
In celebration of the loosening grip of winter in Montana, and the promise of a balmy 50 degrees tomorrow… I’m going for a bike ride! I’m gonna bust my trusty turquoise road bike (her name is Gwendalyn the Road Warrior) out of the garage and go for a pedal, yay!
I just completed a gall-bladder and liver detox cleanse. I survived one week without (beloved) dairy, and delicious meat. I gagged down several servings of Epsom salts, and had one whole day spent in close proximity to the bathroom. While sparing you the gory details, I can tell you that I feel like a million bucks, and am host to many less stones these days! Sha-zam!
I’m jealously carving out time for Jesus. I am coming to find that the days and nights in which I honor that time with Him, are indescribably better than the ones I choose to fill with busy-ness or, or quite often laziness.
On a backpacking trip last summer, my friend Jill asked me to picture a place where Jesus and I get to go together, where it is just He and I. She asked me what my special and unique sanctuary and sacred retreat with the Lord looked like. I had honestly never thought of that before. Mostly I had just been seeing the dark insides of my eyelids when I prayed. So I stilled my thoughts and opened up my imagination. Where would my perfect retreat with the Lord be? What would it look like? I pictured a sun-lit clearing in the woods, a flowering hill (I can have flowers, I’m a girl!), fresh, earthy, and calm. It was a place of peace, and safety, and seclusion.
Now believe me, I don’t physically get to zap to a meadow every time I pray. While that would be totally rad, teleporting isn’t necessary. You see, God is offering us unrestricted access to Himself 24/7/365. He beckons us into the folds of His deep peace, unfathomable love, overflowing joy, and inexhaustable strength. All we have to do is but arise and answer His gentle call.
My beloved spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
Song of Solomon 2:10-13
Jesus is calling to us, from within our own restored hearts. Come away with me! I just have to ensure that I give myself space and time alone to answer. Ok, Jesus, let’s feel the flowers beneath our toes!
Scrub, scrub, scrub…
Because of Jesus, I have been given a new heart, and a been turned into a sparkly new temple. Bling, bling!
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ,
the new creation has come:
The old has gone, the new is here!
2 Corinthians 5:17
It is my prayer that I will remember what Christ has done for me. May I never let the walls tarnish, nor allow the lights grow dim, or ever let the temple fall into disrepair. Squeaky clean, and lemony fresh, I am making time to dwell. Lord, help me to honor you with this temple.