Text: 2 Samuel 7:1-17, Jeremiah 23:5-6, Luke 1:30-33
There’s a closet under my stairs that I’d rather forget about. Yet, each time I trudge exactly halfway up the steps, I’m reminded of all the projects I’ve dropped off to live inside those closet doors—partially-knitted blankets, unsent birthday cards, and neglected, splattered canvases.
Once upstairs, the quilt hanging reliably from my bedpost reminds me that my mother has no such closet in her house. She’d seen my eyes fill with hearts over a quilt in a favorite shop, but instead of directing me to the check-out line, she pointed to the fabric store. One by one, we chose the perfect shades of mustard, gray and navy, hoisting the patterned bolts of material into our shopping cart. When we returned home, I watched my mom lay out the measured pieces of fabric onto our large wooden table, where it would remain for weeks as she precisely snipped the proper dimensions, pinned the layers together, faithfully sewed each row and column, then bound the edges with care.
As I watched the scraps of fabric form into a unified expression of comfort, the committed hum of the sewing machine taught me everything I need to know about love. Our care for others drives us to tangibly prove our promises—our intentions are to hug, write, and make in the same fashion as our Maker!—but sometimes, our best efforts end up in neglected rooms and forgotten closets.
David’s love motivated him to do something great; he was going to build a temple for God to dwell in (2 Samuel 7:2). He’d already given much victory to the people of Israel, so it seemed the next natural step was to do something to thank the God who’d cast out their enemies. A temple was the perfect choice.
But God had other ideas. He didn’t need a house, and He rejected David’s gift through the words of Nathan the prophet:
“The Lord Himself will make a house for you. When your time comes and you rest with your fathers, I will raise up after you your descendant, who will come from your body, and I will establish his kingdom. He will build a house for My name, and I will establish the throne of his kingdom forever.”
- 2 Samuel 7:11-13
David thought the ultimate expression of love was to create God’s glory with his own hands. Instead, the biggest and best thing the King of Israel could do was to receive and behold God’s glory.
God promises David a house with a solid foundation to outlast his legacy of power, but the house isn’t made of bricks, wood or stone—it’s a covenant. Jesus is the temple David could never build. David receives more than his hands can hold: not just a home, a victory, or a powerful reign, but an eternal lineage hemmed by God’s promise (Jeremiah 23:5-6).
Indeed, Jesus is the true and better David, the eternal King of all Kings who provides for us an eternal home with God the Father, secured by His own life, death, and resurrection.
Just like Israel received David’s victory for themselves, you and I take up residence in the winnings of Christ. No longer do we find ourselves in a forgotten closet because we, too, get to dwell in the covenant of God’s kept promise.
May we be reminded of the covering of Christ, resting peacefully under His promises and proudly waving the comfort of His victory. Amen.