How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of Heaven’s Armies. I long, yes, I faint with longing to enter the courts of the Lord. With my whole being, body and soul, I will shout joyfully to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow builds her nest and raises her young at a place near your altar, O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, my King and my God! What joy for those who can live in your house, always singing your praises. (Psalm 84:1-4)
Each spring a small bird called an Eastern Phoebe visits our home and builds a nest under the covering of our front porch.
There are a lot of other things that occur in our home: small group meetings, counseling appointments, missionaries who come from various parts of the world, and visits from family and friends. With the busyness of so many, the phoebe still finds a home and raises her young on our porch.
Perhaps the heart of the psalmist was captured by a similar notion or scene for the house of the Lord. He recalls the internal loveliness and joy he experiences when he is there and longs to not only visit, but to abide even in the most insignificant of locations within it just to experience the presence of God continually. “Oh to even be a small bird that might find a place of habitation in your house.”
Oh Lord, your word reveals joy in your presence. Your tabernacle is now in the hearts of those you have redeemed. In your presence is safety, refuge, and deliverance from evil. May I abide in the life of your abundant presence. Amen.
“but rescue us from the evil one.“