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Moving Furniture For God

It hadn't happened in awhile, but I should have been better prepared. My wife asked for my help rearranging furniture.

It hadn't happened for awhile because there is really only one way our living room can be set up. Unless of course someone wanted the furniture to point away from the television, but as long as March Madness and college basketball still exist, that would be dumb.

Then we received some carpet for our basement, making it a bit more livable down there. That meant the furniture which had been in a youth-group style circle now needed to be rearranged. I don't know how it works in your house, but my wife and I have 5 phases for moving furniture in our home.

#1 She asks for my opinion and help.
#2 She shoots down my logical ideas.
#3 I stop offering opinions and just become the guy moving chairs.
#4 I offer to draw a diagram of the room and furniture, which would be lighter than the actual furniture.
#5 I go back to moving furniture.

It's not that Jennifer doesn't have good ideas about arranging a room. It's just that she has too many ideas about arranging a room. I only have one criteria for any piece of furniture; can I see the T.V. from where I am sitting? Jennifer has more, lots more. Can you see the T.V, can you see everyone else, can you smell the candle from every seat, is there an echo in this corner of the room, where does the sun shine in this room at night, and on and on and on.

So you can understand when I say, with this as my experience, that a small tear ran down my cheek when I read Exodus 40:33. You see, Moses was setting up the Tabernacle, or God's Dwelling. More specifically, he was arranging the furniture. He had to set up the altar, the ark of the covenant, the lampstand, the basin for washing and the curtain. It sort of sounds like a living room / bathroom.

And as this was to be God's Dwelling, I have to believe that He had an exact idea of where He wanted the furniture. I believe He told Moses where it was to go. And as there is no listing of a couch, I am also assuming that Moses did not take any breaks to check a game score or anything like that.

I'm also guessing that God did not change His mind. I doubt there was a time when God asked to see what the basin looked like in another part of the room. I don't see Moses grumbling under his breath about how much light the lampstand would provide.

But Moses also had Exodus 40:33, a beautiful and glorious scripture that needs more publicity. It says that Moses finished the work. Done. Finito. Complete. To come to such a point in time as to not still be doing the work.

Moses finished the work. That's more than I have ever heard. After carrying furniture around the room enough times to exhaust any and all possibilities, Jennifer will sigh and just tell me, 'I'll let you know."

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