Today I woke up late, and I hated it. A lot of the day passed me by as I slept through the morning hours and into the afternoon. Yesterday I had received a call from a friend back home and I heard some of the most uplifting words that gave me so much comfort, and this morning I am back to self-loathing.
Most would say that is a very female thing to do, loathing who you are. And it is generally tied to your outward appearance. But I disagree with those people on both accounts. First, I believe that self-loathing exists just as much in men as in women, and mine has nothing to do with outward appearance (although I am not denying it in others). It’s all about the inside. I loathe what only I and God can see. From the current thoughts in my head to the memories of previous actions. I loathe the manifestation of me on the inside that dictates what I do on the outside. I can see nothing worth anything of what God has promised us.
And yes, I know that is not the point. I know that nothing we do is worthy of what God wants for us, and I know that all we have to do is invite him and let him have the reigns. But. I. Can’t. My apprehension is like that of Peter when Jesus stoops to wash his feet. No! How can he, my Saviour, knowing who I am, want to wash my feet? I can’t allow it! Doesn’t he know who I am?
But this early afternoon, when I finally rolled over and let the sun shine into my eyes, I saw my Bible. I was tired of my self-loathing. I wanted to heal. I picked up my Bible and I stared at it. Because honestly, where do you begin? I don’t have a daily devotional on my shelf (although I probably should). And sometimes just letting a Bible fall open works, but I didn’t want anything so random this time. I prayed, and went through different options in my head and landed on Ezra. I ended up reading Ezra, Haggai, Zechariah, some of Nehemiah and Esther. Because the most revolutionary story was finally made clear to me.
The Bible
The Bible refers to your body as a temple for the Holy Spirit to reside, and advises you to treat your body like the temple of God. That always used to make me feel inadequate. Now it gives me hope and this is the story why.
The Lord, back in the glory days of Israel, instructed King Solomon to build his temple. He gave him very specific instructions in the materials that were to be used, the people who were to build it, and how they were to go about building it. If there were such a thing as perfection on this Earth, this temple would come very close. Not just because of the care that went in to building it, but because of who inhabited it. The Israelites had no dead idols to bow to, instead they had the presence of the living God!
And then the Israelites fell. And they fell. And they continued to fall. And then they reached the bottom of that black “bottomless” pit. You see, the King’s of Israel were not always true to their Lord and protector. In fact there are entire chapters in the Bible found at the end of 2 Kings and 2 Chronicles where they just name all the Kings who did evil in the sight the Lord WORSE than their predecessor. There was no repenting despite the pleas of the Lord’s prophets. And then the temple, the Lord’s residence on Earth, burned.
All that remained was ash and rubble. And as the Israelites were brought into captivity a second time, the temple was officially gone. The temple stayed like this for years while the Jews were scattered around, in captivity in Babylon, and as fugitives in neighbouring and far-flung kingdoms. Even if the Jews had the materials to rebuild the temples themselves, who would let them? Everyone else knew the significance that the temple held and they certainly did not want their enemies returning to how they used to be. How could it ever be expected to be rebuilt?
The answer is faith and fear of God. He orchestrated everything. From the protection of his people from their enemies, to the favourable response they received from the King’s of Persia, to making sure they received the money and resources to do it. He had it rebuilt once more, with the best of materials and the most specific instructions. For it was to be his temple to reside in, no matter what occurred in the past.
Reality
Today we no longer have a building to represent God’s temple. When Jesus died on the cross, the heavy curtain that separated the temple from the inner sanctum of the Lord’s presence was torn, from top to bottom. He no longer resides in a man made temple, but in man himself. I may have burned to the ground the best thing in me, but God has promised that if I let him wash my feet he can make me whole.
Around my neck hangs the sign – under construction.