I'm posting this, for I got hit with it twice today, and am thinking it may help someone else. And, plus, with this place being for healing, I got to thinking about holy ground here too......
from"When I'm seeking God's Will, purpose" - Greg Allen, Rick Rusaw, Dan Stuecher, Paul S. Williams, editor (devotional journal), 'This is Holy Ground'
1 Thelssalonians 5:12, 13
We ask you, brothers, to respect those who work hard among you, who are over you in the Lord and who admonish you. Hold them in the highest regard in love because of their work.
This is Holy Ground
-Paul S. Williams
"Shed your shoes," God told Moses. "You're standing on holy ground."
Probably the most amazing thing to Moses wasn't hearing the voice of God or seeing a burning bush that would not be consumed. According to David Whyte in his book, Crossing the Unknown Sea, the most amazing thing to Moses was looking down and seeing that it was ordinary dirt he was standing on. The "holy ground" had been beneath his feet for 80 years. Only now, he saw that it was indeed holy - every cubic inch of it.
All of us who are preachers, long-term pratitioners of the faith in cities and towns spread across the United States, hold one thing in common. We know we are standing on holy ground.
It's not the church building that makes the ground holy. It's not because we stand behind a pulpit that we have that distinction. You are standing on holy ground too. It is the condition of all who are made in the image of the creator. The preacher's job has always been the same, whether 800 years ago or last Sunday. The preacher's job is to help us look down at our feet and realize the dust covering our wingtips is tinged with eternity's gold.
This life we inhabit is neither a plaything nor a random breathing machine. It is a soul, enmeshed with sinew, skin, and bone, and from the time of its birth, it is longing for its true home. The journey toward that home is holy - every dusty mile of it.
For centuries, people have publicly preached the truth of Christ. If you looked carefully, you would have seen that behind their robes, they were all trembling - every last one of them. The same is true in every church on every Sunday in every nation. Behind the suit, behind the vestments, behind the polo shirt, knees are knocking. Why? Because the preacher knows he is speaking holy words.
But one other thing they know as well. They know that, if their hearts are turned steadfastly toward the gospel, their ears tuned to the still, small voice, and their eyes firmly focused on the holy ground beneath their feet, their voices will speak truth with beauty and grace and laughter.