My daughter is a nurse and she’s on the night shift. Like every good daddy I worry a bit because the graveyard shift wears you out and complicates your lifestyle.
Actually, night shift isn’t something new. I found the graveyard crew at work when I read Psalm 134. These praisers stayed up all night in the house of God to worship the King of kings. Praises rose up from that place 24 hours out of 24 when the night crew did its job.
I admire them because I must admit: after midnight I’m toast. God commands the night shift to praise Him.
“Come, bless God, all you servants of God!
You priests of God, posted to the nightwatch in God’s shrine, Lift your praising hands to the Holy Place, and bless God.
(Psalm 134: 1, 2 The Message)
If I say, “Praise Me!” ?
Once I swept my wife into my romantic arms and asked, “Do you love me because I’m so handsome, or because I’m so intelligent, or because I’m so rich?”
She paused as if waiting for another choice, then said, “I just love you.” Kind of deflates your ego when you’re fishing for a compliment, huh? Continue reading