You will bring them in and plant them on your own mountain—
the place, O Lord, reserved for your own dwelling,
the sanctuary, O Lord, that your hands have established. Exodus 15:17
In place of God
In the very face of God
He loves with reckless abandon
Not our place
But his very own space
He knows no sense of bounds
On the heights
In the house of holy
He has opened wide the sacred
There are days and times when the reality of a God who pursues comes crashing in. A God who pursues, not to judge or punish or destroy. A God who pursues to love, to bring in, to heal and to hold. A God who plants tender shoots, a God who loves broken reeds and bruised branches. A God who finds a home for the scarred in the realm of the sacred.
This is our God. He loves with unabashed passion. He knows no boundaries of propriety or decorum. He loves. And this love stops at nothing to bring us home—to his home made ours.