Verse 1: “LORD, who may dwell in your sanctuary? Who may live on your holy hill?”
This is a prayer; God invoked, named, and questioned. This is the vowel-less name YHWH the ancients used of the Awesome One who described Himself simply as the “I AM”. The Supreme One is so far beyond our reckoning that we must come to Him in simple awe-filled wonder of His being. He is, and we have become aware of it. Breathe Him, sense Him, live Him.
The question, at first seems to be rhetorical: Who in the universe could ever dwell in God’s sanctuary? Who could live on His holy hill? We must come to see His majesty as so complete that we, like the awestruck apostle Peter (Luke 5:8), despair of our own depravity in contrast to His holiness.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8,9)
This is the beginning of prayer. This is the setting, the matrix, the milieu in which our mindset must be formed. This is where adoration of God embarks. Thoughts of self must be put into perspective: Yes, we are amazing creatures, capable of many wonders, not the least of which is our ability to think and will and be autonomous. But even in our independence we must admit we are not the ones in ultimate authority here. We are incapable of the holiness of God. We cannot ascend to the heights of His existence. Here, at the threshold of wonder and despair we must bow before Him. Yes, He is our Creator; but here we must choose to call Him “LORD” or be forever lost in the deception that we have our own holy hill, and that is enough.
Creator of All
Open my eyes, soften my heart
To embrace the great truth of your Being.
This morning I call You ‘LORD’,
Ancient, holy name.