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Childlike Listening

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The Old Testament has the following description of Moses in the presence of the Lord: And when Moses went into the tent of meeting  to speak with the  Lord , he heard  the voice speaking to him from above the mercy seat that was on the ark of the testimony, from between the two cherubim; and it spoke to him. Numbers 7:89 There are a couple of things that caught my interest in this passage. Notice that Moses did not go to speak to God but to speak with God. So much of the time our prayers and our praise and our worship are uni-directional. We are talking to God.  But Moses went to meet with God. He had the expectation that he was going to speak with God.  The writer of the book of Hebrews says that for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. Hebrews 11:6 As we draw near to God, we too need to come in faith – faith believing that you are going to meet with someone real and faith that He will reward you in

Silence in Heaven

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I was given a devotional by a woman at the church where I was doing pulpit supply. It is entitled, Holy Land Moments by a Jewish Rabbi Yechiel Eckstein and a Christian professor Tremper Longman III. In one of the devotions, Rabbi Eckstein describes the Torah scrolls where the Song of Moses [Song of the Sea] is recorded [Exodus 15]. In Torah scrolls, where the Word of God is handwritten in a traditionally prescribed manner, the “Song of the Sea” is recorded in an unusual way. Its phrases are separated by vast empty spaces. Vast empty spaces? Time to reflect on the magnitude of what God has done? This caused me to think about a scene described by the Apostle John at the end of the Bible where there is silence in heaven for about a half an hour. (Revelation 8:1). Can you imagine being before the throne of God with a vast array of angels and archangels and being quiet for a half hour? What were they thinking about while sitting in silence for that half hour? I am struck by my o