Lately, I have been thinking about Paul. The apostle Paul.

Whether I live or die…

Christ.

Don’t do anything half-hearted.

Morning mist, arise
Bless this beloved life
Still warm
Passing, a vapor
through eternity
Joining
With a new voice
that never ending song

The word glory takes three forms. As a noun, “glory” describes the splendor and majesty of another. Namely, God. When Moses looked upon the face of God, his face reflected God’s glory. His face was shining so bright, the Israelites couldn’t look at him.

The word glory can be an expression; “Glory!” or “Glory be!” The very phrase conjures images of victorian women fluttering fans, squealing in surpise. Or delight.

But how about this. “Glory”–as a verb. The Psalmist calls for worshippers to “Glory in His Holy Name.”

Funny. I never really thought about glory or any act related to it–being attached to me. At all. In fact–I struggle with the concept of me bringing glory to God in worship. He doesn’t really need me to bring him glory. He is all together glorious on his own. I could just sit there, and He is just full of glory. Without me doing anything.

But the Psalmist calls out. A blatant invitation this morning.

I stretch the corners of my mind to take in this idea of me, doing glory prayer, like the psalmist said.
This idea of acting, praying, moving in glory while keeping my eyes fixed on the Most Glorious, who is glorious on His own.

Glory in His Holy Name.

The verb, glory.
“rejoice proudly”.

Glory Prayer.