“How much less this temple I have
1 Kings 8:27
I have been building a temple for the Lord to dwell for the longest time, yet it is far
from being finished. In fact, it will never be completed, no matter how long I
spend working on it.
I started constructing the temple about thirty seven ago, but the structure is hardly
visible. The foundation has been dug and a cornerstone was laid, yet for the
bystanders the house is hardly there.
Surely I have erected some pillars here and there, and put up a few walls over time, but I
have taken them down since, for I wasn’t pleased by how they looked and where
“What’s this?” people have often asked in dismay when they happen to walk by the job site.
There seemed to be an empty hole there and nothing more.
“I am building a temple for the Lord,” I replied.
“Are you dreaming, or are you insane?” they looked at me in disbelief, and mocked.
Day after day and year after year I continue to dig and to lay a brick or two. With the
blueprint before me I know how to proceed and what the finished product should
be, albeit I have serious doubts I will ever finish.
I have been tempted to give up and leave the building undone, for the work is strenuous and
my strength seems to be diminishing by the day. I am growing old and the
construction is so far from being done.
“The project is too grand for such a dwarf as me,” I sighed.
“Who do you think you are to take on such a great enterprise?” I question myself.
“I’m not fit to build a temple for the king,” I conclude.
What else can I do if I quit my project? I often ponder when I become discouraged and
disenchanted about my lofty endeavor. Maybe I should build a few straw huts
I did start putting up a few of them on the site, which gave me a sense of accomplishment
and drew admiration from my neighbors. “Now you are doing something,” they gave
me a thumbs up and I was pleased. But no sooner were the huts built then a fire
came down and swallowed up all of them and my labor was in vain. I sat by the
ruin and wept. Indeed I am good for nothing.
“Am I destined to build a temple for the king, even though I will never get to
finish?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about finishing, just keep on working,” a voice from heaven fell like thunder,
nearly breaking my ears.
“I have already moved into the house you are erecting, even though there are no walls
or roof,” the voice continued. “The tears and sweat you have shed in
constructing this house is more pleasing to me than the grand building you are
envisioning about finishing.”
So I continue to lay a brick here and there every day and seem to tear down a lot more than
what I have erected.