big, big house


In my Father’s house are many rooms…I am going away to make ready a place for you.

John 14:2


By the time they arrived The Dwelling would be set up.

Numbers 10:21


Its a big big house
With lots and lots of room

“Big House,” Audio Adrenaline


No doubt we are all familiar with the revelation of Jesus in John’s gospel, “In my Father’s house there are many rooms…” Your Bible might read ‘mansions’ or ‘dwelling places.’ Those exciting words conjure up all sorts of images and get us giddy for glory. Big ole mansions for everybody. Streets of gold. Gates of pearl. Pity the person who settles for “a cabin in the corner of glory land.”

I recall in my youth how I stumbled over the translation “rooms” and got sad because I didn’t want another version of my bedroom in heaven. I wanted a big ole house with a big ole yard all to myself!

At 62-years old I think I’m starting to mature. Yours truly was reading from the book of Numbers recently and caught a really cool shadow of our future ingathering to Glory. I camped awhile in chapter ten as the glory-cloud hovered over the text.


And the Kohathites set out, carrying the articles for the sanctuary; the tabernacle was to be set up before they arrived.

Numbers 10:21


Let the reader understand. The Kohathites were responsible for the most holy objects in the tabernacle: ark, altar, veil, table, lampstand, etc. Whenever the Israelites camped, before any tents were pitched, the tabernacle was the first thing set up. In went the Koathites, carrying the Sacred Objects.

When Israel decamped, it all happened in reverse, with the tabernacle dissembled and the Sacred Objects carried out first. First in, first out. God was always out in front. Always. It’s a beautiful picture: before any of the tribes arrived, God was in place, waiting for them.

In those days the tabernacle was always moving, always mobile, mile after mile, battle after battle, set up, break down, backward, forward, another day, another long night of the soul, another leg of the journey… starting to sound familiar, fellow temples?

But one beautiful day a permanent house — with rooms (1 Kings 6:2-8; 1 Chron. 9:33; Ezek. 40:5-36) — was built. It suddenly dawned: when Jesus said, “I go to prepare a place for you,” and in his house are “many rooms” this is the picture of that.

We get caught up in the idea of heavenly “dwelling places” and romanticize about our having “mansions” in gated communities but that is not the picture Jesus was painting. He’s showing us his house is a Temple in which he is its Center. And there we will ABIDE with him, and he will ABIDE with us. Forever.


Soon and very soon the trumpet will sound and every nation, tongue, tribe, and ethnicity, Jew and Gentile, saved in Christ will, in their turn – the dead in Christ first – leave the wilderness behind, enter the wide open gates, and find our home ready.


Come, ye Judah!
Come, ye Issachar!
Come, ye Levites!
Come, Manasseh!
Come, Zebulun!
Reuben and Simeon and Ephraim, Come!
Come along, Benjamin and Asher and Gad!
You too, Dan!
And Naphtali!
Come, Egypt!
And you, Rahab and Babylon, Come!
Philistia and Tyre, yes you!

Come with us, Hobab!


Time out. Who? Hobab? Read on in Numbers 10 and we’re introduced to Moses’s brother-in-law. When Israel was breaking camp after a year-long stay at Sinai, Hobab was going to opt out. Moses wasn’t having it.

“Come with us, brother!” Moses pleaded.

“Nah, I think I’ll just meander back to my people,” Hobab replied.

“Nonsense,” protested Moses. “We need you! We’re your people! There’s room!”


One of my favorite kingdom parables is the story of the Great Banquet. Invitations were sent out to all the Host’s family and friends. From the jump everyone’s intention was to go; it would be the social event of the year! But as the date for the banquet drew near, every last one bailed. Excuses, excuses.

Long story short, the Master of the House was not happy. He instructed the servants to go up and down the alleyways, into the red light district, through Shantytown and all over creation, and “compel them to come.” He stipulated that he wanted his Big House filled.

Come with us, Hobab. We’re going to see the King!

“I want my house teeming with children,” the Lord of the Feast says.

It’s a big house, with lots and lots of room. Rooms galore. Ample space.

Roomy…with a view of Jesus.

Selah, my friend.

another turn

In Eugene Peterson’s classic, A Long Obedience In The Same Direction, he writes of a time when he needed to sharpen the blade on his lawnmower. He got the biggest wrench he could find and worked on that nut but it wouldn’t loosen. Then he got a long length of pipe to add leverage to lean into. Still, no go. Next he took a large rock and beat it repeatedly against the pipe.

He writes, “By this time I was beginning to get emotionally involved with my lawnmower.”

As the story develops, Peterson tells of a neighbor who saw him struggling, walked over and shared that, as it so happened, he once had the same lawnmower. “[I]f he remembered correctly, the threads on the bolt went the other way.”

Sure enough, it worked. A simple change of direction loosened the bolt and released the dull blade.

Today I celebrate my 62nd turn around the sun. I wish I could say every turn was in the right direction, but there’ve been some turns in there that challenged my sanctification. But I’m still here and I can only say that by the good grace(s) of God.

I’ve had several close brushes with death; I even coded once, which is pretty cool, so I know God has me here for a reason. I have a good idea why overall, and sometimes I even know why in the immediate. As long as God puts oxygen in my lungs, I’m here to offer up my life as a praise to Him.

But how I do long for home.

I’ve lived 22,630 days on this planet. There have been some really good wins and some embarrassing losses filling the pages of my story. God has been in it all.

I don’t really have a whole lot to share, except to emphasize how much I love the life God has given me. It’s not a perfect life, but I’m perfectly happy. I adore the one who helps hold the wrench alongside me. I’d like to think we’re turning it in the right direction together. She’s been that “neighbor” to me, getting things to work right and better.

I apologize for all the first person singular pronouns throughout this post. That’s unfortunately necessary in a post like this, but I know that you know my story is not because of me but Jesus in me.

I do want to share this brief section of Peterson’s book. He puts just the right words to my ‘turning 62’ meditation:

…each step we walk, each breath we breathe, we know we are preserved by God, we know we are accompanied by God, we know we are ruled by God; and therefore no matter what doubts we endure or what accidents we experience, the Lord will guard us from every evil, he guards our very life.

Eugene Peterson, A Long Obedience In The Same Direction, 45

This morning I closed my journal entry with these words,

“Bless this day. Make it holy. Make it fun. Make it memorable. Let me see a bird or some creature that fascinates and makes my heart soar!…Thank you for this life you’ve given me. If this is my last year here, I’ll be a happy man. If it is not, I’m still here for you! In Jesus’ name, amen.

Selah, beloved.

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guest post: david on david

David, like his namesake, is an unashamed worshipper of Jesus


David Illidge is one of several young men I’m privileged to mentor. I often give my guys homework each time we meet and David’s recent assignment was to do a brief character study on – who else? – David of the Bible.

Not gonna lie, he blew the old professor away. Naturally, I asked if I could post it because I thought you might be encouraged by another up-and-comer from the next generation. 

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My name is David.

I guess my parents had high hopes for me. There has never been anyone quite like the king of Israel and I pale in comparison. He was the slayer of ten thousands, and I get nervous when I talk to girls. But I could never be jealous of him. If I were born in an earlier time and in a different part of the world, I would gladly serve under a man like David. I would study him every time he was in the room and pray, “God, teach me to be like him.”

As a matter of fact, I pray it anyway.

Here’s why. David took down a lion and bear with just his hands before anyone heard of him. Then there was the time he killed a giant with a slingshot. And he just kept on going being unstoppable. Consider this. David had three monstrous men directly under him in his military. The first, Joshebbasshebeth, once killed 800 men in a single battle. Eleazer fought one battle for so long that his sword became attached to his hand. And Shammah once stayed on the battlefield after all his men left and won the battle himself. But these men stopped and listened whenever David spoke. He was one bad dude.
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On top of being unconquerable, David was God’s anointed. It’d be easy to let it go to his head. Saul chased David out of the kingdom for fear he would take it by force. David does the unthinkable and bowed his head to Saul when he was caught. David was the “better man” by any measure. He asked Saul why he would chase after a “dead dog, a flea.” Could you bow your face to the literal dirt and talk about yourself like that? Could you do it knowing God had chosen you to replace a man like Saul? I couldn’t.
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Speaking of being on the run from Saul, there’s a story about David that doesn’t get talked about enough. David and his men were running for so long that they couldn’t go on any farther. David began to look for food. He found the priest and did something outrageous. He asked for the only food around, the Bread of the Presence. Only priests could eat that bread, and people died for violations of God’s temple. This was equivalent to what Esther did by entering the king’s chamber unannounced. But David knew Yahweh better than anyone else. He took the bread and fed his men. They lived, and Jesus even commends David for his actions. David knew that God’s rules were meant to sustain men, not to tear them down.

But as great a fighter he was, sometimes he chose not to. One day David was forced from his throne by Absalom, his son. On the way out, a member of Saul’s family began to curse David and throw rocks at him like he was on the playground. David’s men were ready to end the man’s life, but David said no. “If he is cursing because the Lord has said to him, ‘Curse David,’ who then shall say, ‘Why have you done so?’” David trusted God enough to bear the humiliation and let him handle the situation instead of his very capable men.
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David was astoundingly ready to forgive, too. Absalom eventually caught up to David. He was ready to take his father’s life. David’s men are ready to spill the young upstart’s blood. They’re gearing up for the battle when David says to deal gently with Absalom for David’s sake. I can see their shoulders slump. “Deal gently? Are you kidding me?” One of his less faithful men does end up killing Absalom, though. David is distraught when he hears the news. He cries, “Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

​David was more man than anyone I’ve personally met. But he would challenge our idea of being man, too. He wrote poetry, and he was good at it. He didn’t see it as a waste of his time or something that “those artsy types” do. His poems are still around, filling up the Psalms.

He could dance, too. David was the king of Israel and the king of dancing like nobody was watching – even if the whole nation was. When the Ark of the Covenant was returned to Jerusalem, David danced with so much exuberance that he embarrassed his wife. She told him to stop and David spoke the immortal line, “I will become even more undignified than this.” If we’re honest, most guys don’t like to dance ‘cause they’re afraid they’ll look bad, no matter what excuse they give you. Not David. He knew no fear on the battlefield or the dance floor.
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I could go on. But lowercase ‘d’ david has written enough. King David knew no fear because he knew Yahweh was on his side. People like to make him a kind of underdog. God never saw him that way. God has his eye on him the fields with the sheep long before he took down Goliath. He brought David up to be king of Israel because he knew who David’s heart followed. David was faithful with his sheep and a worshipper of God through writing and song. I pray that God teaches me to be the kind of man my namesake was and trust that if I’m faithful here God sees me too. I invite you to do the same. ​