Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Tuesday Thought – March 1, 2016

Good Morning Friends,

After Uzzah died because he touched the ark of God, David was afraid to bring it into the city of Jerusalem. For three months, he left the ark at the house of Obed-Edom. During that time Obed-Edom was greatly blessed by the Lord. (2 Samuel 6:11)

David heard about the blessings and realized they came because of the ark’s presence. So, “David went down and brought up the ark of God from the house of Obed-Edom to the City of David with rejoicing.” (2 Samuel 6:12)

It was in a great procession with worship and dancing. “David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the Lord with all his might, while he and the entire house of Israel brought up the ark of the Lord with shouts and the sound of trumpets.” (2 Samuel 6:14-15)

The procession entered Jerusalem and David was dancing and leaping for joy, worshiping God with abandon. There was joy in his heart and appreciation for God’s blessings and the prospect of further blessings. He was willing for all the people to see him express love for God. When David’s wife, Michael, saw David dancing and leaping, she was embarrassed and despised him. (2 Samuel 6:16) She said to David, “How the king of Israel has distinguished himself today, disrobing in the sight of the slave girls of his servants as any vulgar fellow would!” (2 Samuel 6:20)

David responded: “I will celebrate before the Lord. I will become even more undignified than this, and I will be humiliated in my own eyes. But by these slave girls you spoke of, I will be held in honor.” (2 Samuel 6:21-22)

David was willing to make a fool of himself before the people, if that’s what they wanted to think. It wasn’t the people he was trying to impress or for their benefit he was dancing. He was doing it for the Lord.

Do we ever worship with abandon, expressing our love and appreciation to the Lord with fullness of joy? Do we think more about how our worship impacts God or about what people think if we raise our hands, or sing a little loud, or close our eyes, or move a little?


His, by Grace, Steve

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