Today I woke up and noticed colored light painting my kitchen table as the sun was coming up.  I looked out the window for the source of the light and found it was the trees in the yard.  Multiple colors of leaves were glowing as the beams from dawn streamed through them.  It was a beautiful sight.  All across the back of the house the effect was the same…stained glass.  That is what is looked like, a house full of stained glass windows.  My kitchen, dining, bed, and bathrooms all glowing like a house of worship. 

I think we believe that churches and chapels are the only places for worship.  Therefore, the majority of stained glass is there, in those sacred places.  We ooooh and ahhh at the beauty and artistry of colored bits of glass as they depict holy scenes.  They draw us somehow to acknowledge our creator and marvel at the scenes in wonder. They move us to reverence for God.  Those windows somehow display his glory.

 But what if my own house is a place meant for worship as well?  What if the scenes of my life are the scenes meant to inspire others towards him?  My morning light show really brought my attention to the fact that I live in a house of worship.  The everyday rooms in my house are places the Spirit of God chooses to dwell and my daily activities are my acts of worship.  When I look at that fact, I am honored that he would choose my house.  I am humbled that he would choose my heart in which to dwell. 

As I look around me at the leaves and the color, I am again taken by his magnificent creation.  The forest is his palate today…so is my kitchen…and my heart.  He is using his paintbrush to teach, inspire, and glorify.  If I do not praise him, the rocks will cry out…and the trees.