As I was making these preparations, I noted how I was rushing up the aisle to get closer to Jesus in the tabernacle only to run back down the aisle and further from Him to retrieve another piece of equipment. This shuffle back and forth felt like an interactive metaphor for my relationship with Him as of late. I feel like I'm constantly flitting back and forth between being close to Him and casting myself away from Him. Finally, when everything was settled and ready for the presentation, I was able to take a moment and just sit with Him in the empty church. I didn't even bother talking to Him. I simply wanted to focus on the fact that God - the Creator of the universe, the Father, Savior and Animator of my soul - was present within the tabernacle that was just yards from my seat.
I promised I'd make more of an effort to waltz with Him rather than twerk at Him.
Isn't that an incredible thought, though? God is just waiting for us in the tabernacle - a prisoner out of love for His children. One could ponder in awe of that for eternity.