Glorious

Glorious

What do you think of when you hear the word, glorious?

It’s not really a word that seems to be used a lot.

By definition it is:

glo·ri·ous     ˈɡlôrēəs

adjective
1. having, worthy of, or bringing fame or admiration.
2. having a striking beauty or splendor that evokes feelings of delighted admiration.
It’s hard to picture something that is worth admiration lately.  When was the last time beauty or splendor evoked a response of delight? Yeah, me neither.

But as I look around this Christmas I’m reminded of a scene that would definitely be described as glorious.

A night sky filled with stars.  Shepherds looking after their sheep in the dark, careful not to lose any sheep to a ravenous predator.

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Suddenly the sky rips open and reality is revealed.
Astounding sights and sounds flood the earth.
The kind of power and beauty that terrifies, weakens and causes you to weep in awe.
Shepherds both afraid and astounded.
O hear the angels voices.
God is near.
The sky explodes in celebration showering the unprepared with shouts and praise.
Light shimmering on the backdrop of earths’ tired and worn atmosphere.
Splendor and majesty were an understatement.
Caught up between heaven and earth, the shepherds laid bare. Something glorious ripped open the mundane and ordinary evening. It demanded to be heard, seen and felt.

Hidden Glory

Whether I am aware or not, heaven is alive with a weighty worship. The night sky has been opened for good but it’s hard to see this in my ordinary and mundane. Moments waiting to strike me with beauty and awe.
Glory streams from heaven afar.  Heavenly Hosts singing Alleluia. The thrill of hope.
Is my tired and worn out life the perfect backdrop for something glorious?

Heaven imploding:

  • To proclaim something altogether new and powerful
  • To give something to hold onto
  • To declare someone to belong to
  • To bring love

 

So come close to me Christmas I crave your glory.

Your carols make my heart want more.

Tear my night sky open and knock me to my knees, laid low in awe and fear.

Tell me the good news. I need to hear it again. To be wrapped up in glorious wonder.

Embrace me Christmas and hold me until I run looking for Jesus because anything other than that is absurd.

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