House of Abba (Father)

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Bayith
John 14:2 ESV
In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
The Father’s love is not to for a few only, but for an exceeding great company. “A great multitude, which no man can number,” will be found in Heaven...Spurgeon
John 6:37 ESV
All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.
This is the Kingdom Jesus proclaimed: a Kingdom of acceptance, eternal life and forgiveness.
“The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear….”
Atonement
The one who worships needs the one who proclaims needs the one who serves needs the one who worships.
koinonia
Think on those words. Your were knitted together. You aren’t an accident. You weren’t mass-produced. You aren’t an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on this earth by the Master Craftsman.
“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which god prepared in advance for us to do.”2
there is a place at the Lord’s table only you can fill. It was designed with you in mind
I went to our family doctor not long ago. One nurse put me on a table and stuck little cold suction cups to my chest. Another nurse wrapped a heavy band around my arm and squeezed a black bulb until my arm tingled. Then they pricked my finger (which always hurts) and told me to fill up a cup (which is always awkward). Then, with all the preliminaries done, they put me in a room and told me to take off my shirt and wait on the doctor.
There is something about being poked, pushed, measured, and drained that makes you feel like a head of lettuce in the produce department. I sat on a tiny stool and stared at the wall.
May I tell you something you know, but may have forgotten? Somebody in your world feels like I felt in that office. The daily push and shove of the world has a way of leaving us worked over and worn out. Someone in your gallery of people is sitting on a cold aluminum stool of insecurity, clutching the backside of a hospital gown for fear of exposing what little pride he or she has left. And that person desperately needs a word of peace.
“Let me take off my doctor hat for a minute and talk to you as a friend.”
The chat lasted maybe five minutes. He asked me about my family. He asked me about my work load. He asked me about my stress. He told me he thought I was doing a good job at the church and that he loved to read my books.
Want to see a miracle? Plant a word of love heart-deep in a person’s life. Nurture it with a smile and a prayer, and watch what happens.
The pews and chairs where we sit become like a burning bush and holy ground.
The stained-glass windows give color to the sacred wanderings of our hearts and minds.
The rafters shelter our time with God.
The hymnals and the bibles place us in communion with saints of all the ages.
The pulpit frames God’s word to us.
The table and the chalice cradle the bread of life and cup of salvation. It is more than a building; it is God’s house because of what happens here.
The stones of legalism that burdened backs.
The stones of oppression that broke bones.
The stones of prejudice that fenced out the needy.
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