Until God is in the temple, it is but a shell.
A few years ago I had the graveside service for my great Aunt Minnie in Chilliwack. (Some of you may remember her and Lori Lobb, “old smiley”). Although I have many relatives north of the border, I don’t know many… in the funeral home were a lot of children, her great grandkids I imagine… as I stood by the casket in the funeral home and said a few words, on a whim I knocked on the casket and explained it was only a box, a very fancy box, but it was what was contained in the box that was most important. We have been looking at Chronicles and the building of the Temple ~ the Temple is a box, an elaborate box, but only a box. A box built to be filled with the presence of God. Until God is in the temple, it is nothing. My life, my body is just a box, and until God is in it, it is a shell.