Music from the Heart: Sarabande by George Frideric Handel
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. For six days He engaged in the most unfathomable expression of creative power that ever existed. From galaxies to grasshoppers, He designed the universe in intricate detail. Then, on the seventh day, He rested.
Well, I’m not one to mess with a good thing, so in the spirit of following His example (not to mention His instruction) of a day of rest, I typically indulge in a Sunday afternoon nap. It’s been said that Sunday afternoon naps are the best sleep you get all week. I can’t argue with that.
And so it was that today after lunch I made my way to the bedroom to engage in a little Sunday slumber. There is something about walking into my bedroom that makes the rest of the world seem to slip into the background. It’s like stepping through that threshold causes both body and spirit to let out a deep sigh of relief.
It’s summertime, and in our part of the country, that means air-conditioners and fans. In our home, that means some combination thereof produces just the right mix of cool, conditioned air blowing across the bed. Following my usual routine, I laid down, picked up a book from the nightstand and began to read. After only a few pages, the steady hum of the box fan blended with the rhythmic spinning of the ceiling fan to produce a lullaby I could not resist.
The book slips out of my hands onto the bed, and I am out.
Why am I telling you this? Here’s why. To me, my bedroom is like a sanctuary, an inner sanctum where I can escape from distractions and worries and chores and to-do-lists. It is to me a place of rest and peace that is to be guarded and protected. There is no television and no phone, and when I lay down for my special Sunday afternoon rest, I typically leave the cell phone in the other room. I don’t want this time to be disturbed.
I don’t invite just anyone into my bedroom. When you come to my house, you will be greeted and welcomed into the “family” areas of the home, and you might be shown the bedroom as part of the “grand tour” if you have never been here before. But if you are invited into my bedroom to linger and talk, then you are on a short list of close and personal friends with whom I am comfortable sharing this sacred place.
The dictionary defines a sanctum like this: a sacred or holy place, an inviolably private place or retreat.
Just like my bedroom is a private and personal place in my home, there is also an inner sanctum within my heart – a place where only I and One other are allowed to go – a place that is to be guarded and protected. It is a secret place where He and I meet, and where He expresses His heart to me and I bare my heart and my soul to Him.
What’s in your inner sanctum? Is it a place of rest and peace? Is it free from distractions and clutter? How often do you go there? Do you go alone or do you frequently invite Him to meet you there?
I encourage you to spend as much time there as possible. Time spent in the inner sanctum, the holy place with Him, is time well spent, and it is vital to the furtherance of His kingdom, both in you and through you.
If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit;
apart from me you can do nothing.”