Where Man Covers His Mouth
by Max Lucado
“I am not worthy; I cannot answer you anything, so I will put my hand over my mouth.” (Job 40:4)
The phrase for the chapel is “Hallowed be thy name.”
This phrase is a petition, not a proclamation. A request, not an announcement. Hallowed be your name. We enter the chapel and beseech, “Be hallowed, Lord.” Do whatever it takes to be holy in my life. Take your rightful place on the throne. Exalt yourself. Magnify yourself. Glorify yourself. You be Lord, and I’ll be quiet.
The word hallowed comes from the word holy, and the word holymeans “to separate.” The ancestry of the term can be traced back to an ancient word which means “to cut.” To be holy, then, is to be a cut above the norm, superior, extraordinary. Remember what we learned in the observatory? The Holy One dwells on a different level from the rest of us. What frightens us does not frighten him. What troubles us does not trouble him.
I’m more a landlubber than a sailor, but I’ve puttered around in a bass boat enough to know the secret for finding land in a storm … You don’t aim at another boat. You certainly don’t stare at the waves. You set your sights on an object unaffected by the wind—a light on the shore—and go straight toward it. The light is unaffected by the storm.
By seeking God in the chapel, you do the same. When you set your sights on our God, you focus on one “a cut above” any storm life may bring.
Like Job, you find peace in the pain.
Like Job, you cover your mouth and sit still.
“Be still, and know that I am God” (Ps. 46:10). This verse contains a command with a promise.
Cover your mouth.
Bend your knees.
The promise? You will know that I am God.
Linger in the chapel. Linger often in the chapel. In the midst of your daily storms, make it a point to be still and set your sights on him. Let God be God. Let him bathe you in his glory so that both your breath and your troubles are sucked from your soul. Be still. Be quiet. Be open and willing. Then you will know that God is God, and you can’t help but confess, “Hallowed be thy name.”
From The Great House of God
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 1997) Max Lucado