A few weeks ago I had the privilege of being at a friend’s ordination service. During the worship we sang a lyric that I struggled with. It wasn’t a new lyric, but for some reason I just couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.

As a former worship pastor, I’ve sung a lot of songs over the years.

Some of them were old camp songs that had absolutely no point other than fun:

Father Abraham, had many sons; had many sons had Father Abraham

I am one of them and so are you, so let’s all praise the Lord - RIGHT ARM!

(Can’t tell you how much I’d like to get that one out of my head!)

Some were 7/11 songs. You know, the songs where you sing the same 7 words eleven times:

I could sing of your love forever

I could sing of your love forever

I could sing of your love forever

I could sing of your love forever

REPEAT CHORUS!

(I really like this chorus, but let’s face it, it’s not the most original text!)

Some were hymns that we don’t sing often today, but had rich text and meaning:

Rock of Ages, cleft for me let my hide myself in Thee,

Let the water and the blood, from Thy wounded side which flow,

Be of sin the double cure, safe from wrath and make me pure

(To this day, Rock of Ages is still one of the “old hymns” whose depth of lyrical meaning moves me.)

The song that gave me such trouble is called, “Show Me Your Glory,” sung by Jesus Culture. The lyrics are all about stepping into the glory of God:

I see Your cloud, I step in

I want to see Your glory like Moses did

Flashes of light, rolls of thunder

And then the phrase that I stopped on …

And I’m not afraid; I’m not afraid.

I just could’t sing it. I thought about the picture that was being painted - the pure majesty of the Almighty God. The enormity of His power. The all-consuming nature of His glory. I thought about Moses begging to see God in all of His glory, and God’s response that if He unleashed the fullness of His being, Moses wouldn’t be able to take it! I recalled that the disciples, on the Mount of a Transfiguration, were terrified at the mere voice of God. Just the interaction with angels made people tremble!

How could I even think in the presence of God, let alone speak or sing? And to verbalized, “But I’m not afraid?!”

I would be terrified!! (Read Psalm 29 and you'll see what I'm talking about!)

But then another thought came rushing to my mind:

I’ve been invited into His presence.

I’m encouraged to sit as His feet.

My Father wants me to come to Him!

His invitation is so important that He sent it to me by way of His Son, Jesus.

This thought of me being a part of Him and Him being a part of me is so pressing on His heart, that He sent His Holy Spirit to live inside of me.

I know what some of you are thinking. “Yeah Michael, but that’s a different kind of presence. We aren’t yet in the full presence of God’s glory.” And you’re right, of course. But that doesn’t disqualify the precedent:

God wants us to be WITH Him.

And then it clicked: When that moment does happen … when I am standing in the full glory of God’s presence … when there is no longer a barrier of sin or flesh between me and my Creator … that moment will be THE point of grace.

That moment, when my unworthiness meets his mercy ...

That moment when His invitation overrides my hesitancy ...

That moment when human fear collides with divine worship …

That moment when His presence overwhelms my reason …

And while I understand and embrace grace today, THAT moment will be a point of grace that I can’t comprehend yet.

I still struggle with the lyric, because I still struggle with sin and self, but I look forward to the day when all of my struggles will melt into the fullness of His presence.

Until that day, I guess I’ll  just have to hold on to His grace the best I can ...

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