When I became a mother I joined the ranks of swaying Mamas bouncing their babies in the back of the church. In subconcious cheorgraphy we would sway together- left to right, left to right, left to right. Under sleepy eyes from long nights awake, we would look up at each other, give a knowing nod and sympathetic smile before returning with a soft hugh and kiss on the forehead atop our own sweet babe in our arms. This was our rhythm, our season, our heart poured out.
Yet on more than one occasion I’ve had to step out farther than merely the back of the church. Wandering halls on the outside, separated from the action, unable to hear the words of the preacher. And though my heart delights to serve my son and comfort him as he needs, my time on the outside is making me ever thankful for the way Jesus draws us near.
I think of the old temple in Jerusalem and the distant women’s court, far from the Holy of Holies. There in the innermost part of the Temple was the very presence of God, His sacred dwelling place in the midst of His people. But sin kept the people separated from Him, and the women, like myself, were found far away in our own court at the other end of the temple.
But when Jesus’ feet walked the earth, He called to us – letting the children come, letting the women listen. When Jesus’ feet hung on the Cross-, the veil was torn, from top to bottom, from Heaven to Earth- and the barrier between God and us was forever removed. (Matthew 27: 51)
So come closer, draw near. Feel the warmth of His arms and the breath of His voice pouring over you. It is finished and there is room for us on the inside.
Now that I know what it feels like to be far, I’m so thankful for a God who draws us close.
Happy Easter Sunday, friends.