Just now I was doing my FAITH homework (I guess this is a confession of sorts; "do this during the week" probably doesn't mean "do this two hours before you leave for church") and the workbook said to go read Isaiah 6:1-8.I almost didn't read it, since I figured I knew well enough what passage it was, down to the part about King Uzziah dying, and didn't need to read it again.
But, stifling pangs of guilt, I brought it out anyway. And, sure enough, a verse jumped out at me.
Verse 3, the seraphim crying out:
"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
The whole earth is full of His glory!"
The whole earth is (is, not was or will be) full of His glory.
It was kind of funny and eye-opening to read that, since it seems like lately I've been begging God a lot (in a nagging sort of way) to glorify Himself.
Part of that is a healthy plea. I'm going to live differently if the mandate to glorify God in my life is on my mind. But, given what He's said about Himself in His word, it's also slightly absurd.
He is glorifying Himself, all around us, all the time. I just need to take my blinders off.
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