Reflection: God’s Footstool
‘[King Solomon said] “But will God really dwell on earth? The heavens, even the highest heaven, cannot contain you. How much less this temple I have built!”’ I Kings 8:27, NIV
Darkness. In the beginning was darkness.
God in all glory but unrevealed.
No senses, no language, no limits.
Light: darkness shot through with glory
And it is good. Not better, but good.
It’s glory hinted in the language of waves
The sense of sight
The light of life
Cosmos awash in waves.
Glory then gashes between the swell
Peels back the canopy
And anchors God in the universe between the waters.
Heaven – a place for glory
This, a footstool.
With a footing in creation God spreads his limitless canvas
And with extravagant gesture gathers medium and matter.
Substance becomes order.
He breathes vitality and It is good…
Creation, however abundant with good, can’t contain the Creator. Sovereign, he sits. He rests. Supreme, on his cosmic throne, he rests the soles of his feet in the tabernacle-tent. A footstool. Astoundingly, graciously…here in this tiny house he promises to be near to his worshipping covenant people. Infinite God humbles himself, brothers and sisters! This is no ordinary ‘god’. Revel in this squint-at-a-hint of our humble King.
What particular plea will you leave in the lap of our humble King today?
Prayer: Alleluia! King eternal, you the Lord of lords we own: Alleluia! Born of Mary, earth your footstool, heaven your throne: You within the veil, have entered, robed in flesh, our great High Priest… Intercessor, friend of sinners, earth’s Redeemer, hear our plea. (Hymn by W. Chatterton Dix)