I have come back around to the Bible Recap, day 162: 1 Kings 5-6 and 2 Chronicles 2-3. These chapters detail the building of Solomon’s Temple, a house for the Name of God. A couple of details caught my eye the first time, but I didn’t spend much time thinking about them. This time through I tried to meditate for a while on each of them:
When the house was built, it was with stone prepared at the quarry, so that neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron was heard in the house while it was being built.
— 1 Kings 6:7 (ESV)
and
The cedar within the house was carved in the form of gourds and open flowers. All was cedar; no stone was seen.
— 1 Kings 6:18 (ESV)
and
The inner sanctuary was twenty cubits [30 feet] long, twenty cubits wide, and twenty cubits high, and he overlaid it with pure gold. He also overlaid an altar of cedar. And Solomon overlaid the inside of the house with pure gold, and he drew chains across, in front of the inner sanctuary, and overlaid it with gold. And he overlaid the whole house with gold, until all the house was finished. Also the whole altar that belonged to the inner sanctuary he overlaid with gold.
— 1 Kings 6:20-22 (ESV)
It goes on to say that the statues of cherubim set to guard over the altar and the Ark were also overlaid with gold, and their wings stretched across the entire inner chamber.
I spent some time thinking about all of this, and trying to figure out what it means. The chamber is a perfect cube, which might hint at the Trinity: one Being, 3 dimensions, all equal. But it was the care in construction that got my attention. Forming the stones of the foundation away from the site, for the purpose of keeping the noise out of the house of God. I knew that I had read something similar elsewhere, so I went searching and found this passage in Deuteronomy, where God instructs Moses what to do when they cross the Jordan:
“And there you shall build an altar to the LORD your God, an altar of stones. You shall wield no iron tool on them; you shall build an altar to the LORD your God of uncut stones. And you shall offer burnt offerings on it to the LORD your God, and you shall sacrifice peace offerings and shall eat there, and you shall rejoice before the LORD your God. And you shall write on the stones all the words of this law very plainly.”
— Deuteronomy 27:5-8 (ESV)
This is later fulfilled in Joshua 8:31. I’m no Bible scholar, but this is what I see: God provides the materials for the altar, and in this command there is an implied promise that they will find stones that will work for the altar without modification. God provides materials, we supply labor, and the result glorifies God.
Going back to the Temple, clearly it’s difficult or impossible to build any structure this grand of completely unworked stone. Solomon has all of the working of the stone done elsewhere to keep the noise of iron tools out of the house of God. What does that mean? Again, I’m not a scholar, but I’ve swung a pickaxe and a sledgehammer a time or two, and the sound of iron striking stone hurts the ears. It’s a harsh noise that jars the consciousness. Maybe what’s intended here is that God’s house is a place of peace and tranquility, and has always been so, even during its construction.
Then Solomon has the stone overlaid with cedar, which to most people is a pleasant-smelling wood, and it’s often used in closets and chests to keep insects and mold away from clothes. No stone can be seen from inside the Temple. Does that mean the places where insects might find homes cannot be seen, and that the insects themselves are barred from entry? Or is it something about the concealed foundations of the structure, that the stones that hold it up are there but unseen? I’m leaning toward the latter, mostly because it fits with my later thoughts.
Over the wood is gold, in some places specified as pure gold. I don’t know the capabilities of Iron Age metallurgy with regard to gold, so I’m not sure what distinction if any there is between gold and pure gold by their standards. But the intent is clearly that every surface in the inner sanctum is covered in gold. I’ve seen some visualizations of the temple, and the inner sanctum is both breathtaking and blinding in its brilliance. It must have been a sight to behold.
I started thinking about the Temple as a metaphor for my own relationship with God. I spend a lot of my time thinking in metaphors, because it’s very useful in software development. No metaphor is perfect, but they can carry unexpectedly deep meaning.
Christ is referred to as the cornerstone in Psalm 118:22. He’s the foundation for my relationship with God, and the foundation of the Temple is concealed, but that doesn’t negate the metaphor. 1 Samuel 16:7 tells us that God sees the heart of a person, that which is concealed, and Christ becomes the concealed foundation of our relationship with God when we accept Him and begin the process of aligning our hearts with God.
Christ promises to send us the Holy Spirit, as in Acts 2:2, where the Spirit is represented as a wind. A lot of Old Testament verses refer to aromas pleasing to God, and I wonder if the Holy Spirit somehow smells like a combination of all of them. More to the point though, I think the aromatic wood may point to the Holy Spirit overlaying the foundation of Christ, not to conceal it (this is where the metaphor breaks down a bit), but to build upon it. And overlaying that is gold — the product of a life built upon the foundation of Christ with the addition of the Holy Spirit, producing a blinding brilliance facing towards God the Father sitting on His throne. He had a house built in which the inner sanctum where He rested showed Him purity on every surface. Maybe I’m supposed to live in such a way that my life does the same — or at least work toward that end.
If the metaphor holds, then maybe the stonework being done elsewhere is symbolic of Christ suffering on the Cross. It happened far away from me so that my soul can be a quiet place for God to dwell, with no memory of my sin.
I also thought about the most mundane interpretations of Solomon’s Temple. Since Lisa and I decluttered our house in preparation for selling it, we are both far happier with it. Now we both work hard at keeping the entropy beaten back and the place straightened up. I don’t start my day without cleaning the living room, kitchen, and her office before going down to mine. It is every bit an investment in our relationship that a date night would be, and it’s producing dividends faster than anything I’ve ever tried. I wonder if the gold might represent the purity resulting from continuous effort in the relationship, both with her and with God, again producing a vision both pleasing to God and dazzling in its beauty.
No matter how I follow the metaphorical threads, I keep coming back to the same ideas: a foundation (Christ) built in the deepest, most secret places of my heart, combined with the actions empowered by the Holy Spirit and producing a fragrance (2 Corinthians 2:15) pleasing to God, and an appearance of purity and holiness. As I sit here in a mountaintop cabin, surrounded by the awesome beauty of God’s creation, the only thing that makes sense to me is praying over my own house:
Lord help me to build my household, my marriage, and my soul into a Temple pleasing to You. Help me to rely on a foundation of Christ’s sacrifice for me, and to step out boldly with the Holy Spirit as my guide. Let my life be a pleasing aroma and a beautiful testament to Your love and grace and provision.
Thank you Thank , thank you
Your timing is perfect.
I was in Montreal on Thursday.
I grew up a five minute walk from Kamala and her mother and sister.
Kamala mother was a Public Intellectual and was the head of Oncological research at Montreal's Jewish General Hospital. McGill University's Showpiece Oncological research facility.
My mother was born December 25 1916 at McGill's Royal Victoria Hospital, I was born at the Royal and I worked there and at the Jewish General Hospital where McGill's Shyamala GOPalan was head of oncological. Kamala's father Donald J. (J as in Jasper as in Alberta where the fires are burning and tears are falling) Harris taught economics at Berkley and is retired and Jamaican is a citizenship not a race.
Corner The WAy of Snow and the Way of Sainte Catherine is home of Montreal's Jewish General Hospital and the Heart of the Jewish ghetto.
At Westmount High Leonard Cohen led the country band. My partner was born in Heart of Darkness Vanderbilt University and our eldest was born at Michael Reese in Chicago when it was a Jewish Hospital not luxury apartments and condos on the southside of Chicago's expensive gentrified downtown.
I lived in Woodlawn for over a decade and Obama was too conservative for Woodlawn and Michelle the Lawyer led Chicago's medical business while the business school ran the Chicago SCHOOL.
There is no such thing in 2024 as an education faculty at the un-UNiversity of expletive deleted.
At Westmount High School there are no such things as race, gender and religion. Kamala was here during the heyday of our revolution.
The September surprise will be Kamala's High School is still after 150 years a tribute to Jefferson democracy.
All men are created equal and endowed with Creator created inalienable rights.
You know inalienable from our planet.
Our great philosopher John Ralston Saul went to McGill he says European and Persian theology will destroy us.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDTph7mer3I
Kamala is a Montreal Jewish Intellectual like Steven Pinker and the indominable William Shatner and the Catholic Justin Trudeau and I don't watch television but Luke Perry and of course Westmont High School's Leonard Cohen lights up the night sky in MontreaL,
Anthem
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDTph7mer3I
I remember the first Kamala time I heard Kamala from Oakland speak and this is what I played for my Nashville born wife
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbzInoRitQ0
i DROVE A WEST BEND iNDIANA STUDEBAKER
i DON'T CARE IF BOUDADICH IS A MARTIAN MY 1960 LARK vi WAS NOT A LEMON IT WAS TOTALLY USELESS.
My head swelled when our Prime Minister Francois the Senile Legault was forced to apologize for saying Christianity wasn't all bad and the Pope needed to say the magic words Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa for 2000 years of barbarism and terror.
My grade seven teacher was a wonderful human being. At 12 I had a PhD vocabulary and aced logic on IQ tests and scored a perfect F because I am autistic and not a scolastic.. My wife (partner) in Quebec is a PhD in Education with a Master's from Chicago in Science education from when Rockefeller's Northern Baptist Seminary was a University not a Business school.
In grade seven Reverend Lambshead a friend to my 12 year old self and my homeroom teacher let me lip sync in the Christmas Choir. School was always cruel and unusual punishment for me. I was reading Shakespeare and soiling my diapers at two. I was great at sitting and looking to be in pain without vocalizing a la Marcel Marceau. My father would not let me rock back and forth. He was a champion amateur boxer. He never allowed himself to hit me. He never hit anyone and neither did my mother.
I love choirs and we subscribed to the lyric opera in Chicago. The young man who moved us to the Dogrib Nation Capital in Canada's Northwest Territories was the Dean of the Music school at McGill when we arrived in Montreal.. All of Canada's Territories are Sovereign. Quebec is sovereign and ballots trump bullets.
Quebec is the most Christian nation on Earth because Bill21 outlaws religion in matters of the public's welfare
You know of course no one knew Aramaic whether ancient Hebrew or its modern Aramaic in King Jame's England. There is a better chance of Shakespeare being a closet Jew than have his ever meeting an non closeted Jew. Being a Jew in Jame's England was a Capital offense like whast happened to Chuckie One. There was a Final solution to celebrate Richard's return from Jerusalem and we were allowed to return when Cromwell ruled in Connecticut.
I learned to write after turning 50 and I met the Obamas in 1990. I think they wonderful and well educated but I am autistic and not a scholar. I think their intelligence is well above average, but I do not consider them intellectual peers.
I am an idiot with a PhD vocabulary and a genius in logic. I achieved Life Master status in both the American Bridge Association and the American Contract Bridge with minimal basic skills. I do mean minimal but I am brilliant at backgammon. Thirteen is prime but 36 is 2 times 3 times 2 times 3.
That is just beautiful. Thank you.
All glory to God. Thank you, Jesus.