Something stirred deeply in me at church this morning, and I’ve been carrying it prayerfully.
I feel the Holy Spirit gently drawing His people back to awe, reverence, and respect — something precious that seems to have been quietly lost along the way.
Not out of anger. Not out of control. But out of love for His presence.
God has not changed. He is still holy. His presence is still powerful, still weighty, still worthy of honour. When we gather and call on Him to move among us, we are welcoming the living God — not an idea, not a moment, not a routine.
Yes, we come to Him as children — trusting and open — but childlike faith was never meant to be casual familiarity. Awe teaches us how to draw near without losing sight of who He is.
And I can’t help but feel this is something we are meant to be teaching our children — not by rules or harshness, but by example. By the way we speak, the way we carry ourselves, the way we honour the space where His people gather and His Spirit is welcomed.
If we want the next generation to recognise the presence of God, they must first see us treasure it.
Perhaps the Holy Spirit is inviting us back — back to holy awe, back to reverence, back to remembering that it is an honour beyond measure that the God of heaven chooses to dwell among us and move by His Spirit.
I feel the Holy Spirit gently drawing His people back to awe, reverence, and respect — something precious that seems to have been quietly lost along the way.
Not out of anger. Not out of control. But out of love for His presence.
God has not changed. He is still holy. His presence is still powerful, still weighty, still worthy of honour. When we gather and call on Him to move among us, we are welcoming the living God — not an idea, not a moment, not a routine.
Yes, we come to Him as children — trusting and open — but childlike faith was never meant to be casual familiarity. Awe teaches us how to draw near without losing sight of who He is.
And I can’t help but feel this is something we are meant to be teaching our children — not by rules or harshness, but by example. By the way we speak, the way we carry ourselves, the way we honour the space where His people gather and His Spirit is welcomed.
If we want the next generation to recognise the presence of God, they must first see us treasure it.
Perhaps the Holy Spirit is inviting us back — back to holy awe, back to reverence, back to remembering that it is an honour beyond measure that the God of heaven chooses to dwell among us and move by His Spirit.
Something stirred deeply in me at church this morning, and I’ve been carrying it prayerfully.
I feel the Holy Spirit gently drawing His people back to awe, reverence, and respect — something precious that seems to have been quietly lost along the way.
Not out of anger. Not out of control. But out of love for His presence.
God has not changed. He is still holy. His presence is still powerful, still weighty, still worthy of honour. When we gather and call on Him to move among us, we are welcoming the living God — not an idea, not a moment, not a routine.
Yes, we come to Him as children — trusting and open — but childlike faith was never meant to be casual familiarity. Awe teaches us how to draw near without losing sight of who He is.
And I can’t help but feel this is something we are meant to be teaching our children — not by rules or harshness, but by example. By the way we speak, the way we carry ourselves, the way we honour the space where His people gather and His Spirit is welcomed.
If we want the next generation to recognise the presence of God, they must first see us treasure it.
Perhaps the Holy Spirit is inviting us back — back to holy awe, back to reverence, back to remembering that it is an honour beyond measure that the God of heaven chooses to dwell among us and move by His Spirit.
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