For a brief second the veil is lifted. A crystal clarity cascades in its
place. What is this glory?
The glimmer solidifies and reality
becomes clear.
The message of the
scale shifts, and once again our culture is found wrought with insanity. This image, our culture’s glory, stands,
gaunt, pale, and minuscule. She is
made of gold, and we worship her.
We become her, and we drain ourselves of the weight of glory.
When did
we turn inside out and upside down?
We worship weightlessness and emptiness. We purge the glory of God from
among us. The cold wind blows
through our emptiness, lifting our feet from the ground, and we shiver. In our insanity, we believe that the
swelling of the emptiness will somehow satiate our hearts.
God’s glory, “kabod,” is derived from the root word
“heaviness.”
When did weight become something that we were afraid
of?
When did lightness become more
desirable?
I want more glory, for
God to weigh me down. I crave
heaviness, not lightness.
God
reveals his weightiness, heaviness, glory, through the beauty of nature:
The mammoth descention of a sunset.
A swollen, silver moon.
An overflowing waterfall, gushing, bursting forth from a towering cliff.
When did we decide that the lighter we
were, the more beautiful we could be?
Do I want the weight of glory to break my scales and my body to barely
tip them? Is this one way that the
enemy makes a jab at God through this culture’s worship of thinness? Is it a slap in the face of his glory,
His Kabod, His heaviness? The
enemy grins with the satisfaction of knowing that he has led God’s people to
worship the opposite of glory. I
want to live a life saturated and heavy with the glory of God. I want fullness and richness. I don’t want a gaunt, wasted,
feather-weight life. The
weight of glory is a weight that is often rejected and replaced with mirages, infinitely
weightless, insubstantial, and fraudulent. So here I stand, holding to the clarity of this brief second, ready to put on some healthy “kabod.”
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