Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Thoughts on the Temple

For some reason, this morning while I sat and drank my coffee on the back porch before the rush of the day, I began thinking about temples. The word temple conjures up, for me, a holy place of worship. Today when acts of violence and hate break through the barriers of all that's holy and invade the sanctuary of someone's temple, it strikes even the somewhat callous of heart with a twinge or a shiver. It appears some don't view a place of worship as sacred. What's inside a temple means nothing to them, or worse yet, brings forth actions of hate and revenge. In the words of my old neighbor across the street on Live Oak Blvd., "That's not what God intended."

Stories about temples fill the Old Testament. King David longed to build a temple for God, but for several reasons you can read about on a rainy day, his son was given the honor of building God's house. The Old Testament seems very concrete to me. This is fragmented. I'll move on.

The New Testament began a new era. Curtains were torn; Christ's blood was shed; a remarkable resurrection took place. It was a time of enlightenment led by the "Son of God" and his followers. Many were skeptical, but obviously, the message was full of strength and longevity. After that, much of the talk moved from concrete to abstract. I think that's why we may have a hard time discussing freely and deeply all of the New Testament, and it appears, at least to me, that we pull many of our strongest arguments from the Old Testament. I Corinthians 3:16 states, "Don't you know that you  yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?" Now that changes everything.

 I don't have answers. I'm just thinking about temples.

Peace. Love, Linda




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