I’ve had this 1961 song stuck in between my ears all day. Every time my mind has taken a little break from work, these words have popped into my head:
Heaven came down and glory filled my soul (filled my soul), when at the cross the Savior made me whole (made me whole); my sins were washed away and my night was turned to day – heaven came down and glory filled my soul (filled my soul)
I can’t remember the church I grew up in going more than 2 months TOPS without singing that song. And yes, my brain sang the bass parts in the parenthesis as well.
Today I think the significance really hit me.
For the past month or so I’ve found great peace in God coming down to His people. We just finished the Christmas season and celebrated Jesus coming to dwell with and save His people. I’ve been reading in Exodus where God comes to Moses and rescues Israel. I’m reminded of Isaiah when God comes to him in a vision.
Heaven came down.
And then I think of me. I think of how I treat the Almighty as if it’s His privilege to come to me. I act as if I’m in control. I play the part of god while leaving Him in the shadows when I may need Him out of convenience.
BUT. Heaven came down.
And glory filled my soul.
At the cross the Savior made me whole. He made me whole.
It’s so easy to search for wholeness, satisfaction, and love in things other than Jesus. Heck, I even search for it in ‘good’ things – friends, family, coffee. But I never find it. Nothing comes to me, but Jesus. Nothing fills my soul, but Jesus.
Last week I wrote about showing up, and today I’m writing about how God has shown up, and continues to do so, by meeting us where we are, as we are, and loving us for who we are regardless.
My sins were washed away, and praise God, my night was turned to day. Because heaven came down.
*watch this clip of Oprah/Maya giving out presents to the audience…because if we really got God’s love, we might react like this…
Kayla Smith 