“For mine house shall be called an house of prayer for all people.” Isaiah 56:7
How wonderful that God says here in Isaiah 56 that the sons of the stranger can join themselves to the LORD, serve Him, and love the name of the LORD. These who keep the sabbath and “taketh hold of my covenant,” he says, will be made joyful in His house of prayer.
That’s what I want!
I want my heart to be a house of prayer. As my day goes on, I want to pray. I want to be looking to Jesus. I want His communion to be the constant hum in the background of my heart. The reoccurring theme that I come back to over and over.
Only then can I truly be joined to the Lord.
I have a close family member who used to get reoccurring themes in his head. One of those was if he was winning at an auction on eBay. He would go to bed and sleep, but he could not get it out of his mind. In the night when he would awaken, he would slip to the office where the computer was. His wife would be amazed as she would find him, sitting at the computer in the wee hours of the morning, checking the auction!
I am sheepish about the things that preoccupy my mind. The things that my mind goes back to over and over. They aren’t sinful, but they are absorbing.
I remember years ago reading of a girl at a Bible college who admitted how many times she was checking her social media. It was every few minutes, off and on, all day long. She was very connected, attached, preoccupied.
That’s what I want with God. Connected. Attached. Preoccupied.
Then I can see the day with his face in view. His opinions permeating. I can’t afford to be on my own. (Trust me, I say and do the oddest things when I’m not connected closely to the vine!)
I want my heart to be called a house of prayer.