Not the Expected Answer

Psalm 27:4 is a prayer, and one that is answered powerfully by the Lord. Just not in the way it’s worded.

David famously offered another prayer that was answered powerfully by the Lord, but not the way he worded it. David asked to build Yahweh a house, and the answer came back: “No, David, I’m going to build you a house” (2 Samuel 7). The answer was bigger and better than even the prayer––bold as it was––could imagine.

The same kind of thing happens in Psalm 27:4. There, David asks for one thing: to dwell in Yahweh’s house forever, rapt by His “sweetness” (Alter’s wonderful translation) and the splendor of His palatial temple.

Jesus and the rest of the New Testament answer this prayer with a familiar, “No. I’m going to make you My house. I’m coming to dwell in you.”

The beauty of Yahweh’s temple is not architectural but personal: we gaze in wonder at the beauty God has wrought in us out of the ashes of our sin and brokenness through His Son who is our Light (Psalm 27:1; John 8:12) and our Salvation (Psalm 27:1; Matthew 1:21).

Pattern (Diatelle)

Poem-a-Day Challenge #30 (Two for Tuesday): Stop/Don’t Stop

us to
pray like You.
Lesson one: “When.”
It’s a pattern you do.
Deep need and love make it happen.
You learn, and your heart matches words spoken
And even when words fail, wordless groans can still reach
The ears of the temple-throned, side-riven
King who knows and loves ere bidden.
Mercy begged, given anew,
from Lord and Friend
who prayed, too,
That you



What is a Diatelle?

The Publican Pharisee (Shakespearean Sonnet)

This poem is inspired by this post.

Lord, I thank You that You are not like me,
For I am full of greed and lust and hate;
But You, a fountain flowing with mercy,
A wealth of love for sinners in dire straits.
Every penitent You will welcome,
Even the publican beating his breast;
You need no tithes of spices and income,
On a thousand hills your cattle find rest.
You prefer mercy over vanity;
You find delight in helpless, humble faith.
I am not worthy to even be seen,
And yet to me––me!––You lift up Your face.
I take no comfort but in Your esteem,
In You I find love for eternity.