Glory

So you've got this.

And so there's this there's a Hebrew word called Kabod for worship.

It's or it's designated.

The meaning of it means heaviness or weight.

So you, we often see it in regards to the presence of God in scripture, right? So you got the Psalmist and Psalm 29 verses one and two, he says, ascribe to the Lord glory.

That's our word.

Kabod do his name and worship him in splendor.

So in other words, this is where your worship should be going.

Glory be to Jesus.

Good morning, people of God.

Wherever you are, in the west, in the east, whether in the south or in the north, a beautiful day for us all.

Thank you.

I am grateful.

Glory be unto your holy name.

Come on, give God a big shout of thank you, Jesus.

Say, Lord, thank you.

Lord, make haste to help me.

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever.

Amen.

Alleluia.

With length of life I will content him.

I shall let him see my saving power.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever.

O Lord, make haste to help us.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever.

Amen.

Alleluia.

The God of Israel giving strength and power to his people.

Blessed be God.

Glory to the Father and to the Son.

And to the Holy Spirit.

Amén.

Gloria a Dios en el cielo y en la tierra, paz a los hombres que ama el Señor.

Por tu inmensa gloria te alabamos, te bendecimos, te adoramos, te glorificamos.

Te damos gracias, Señor, Dios, Rey celestial.

Y con tu espíritu.

Lectura del santo evangelio según san Juan.

Gloria a ti, Señor.

En aquel tiempo, dijo Jesús a Nicodemo: nadie ha subido al cielo, sino el que bajó del cielo, el Hijo del hombre.

His strength is spent with toil, and with wan face and wasted form he lies stretched out on some rude boards, the picture of one whose candle is burning away all too fast, and whom excess of zeal is hurrying into premature old age and an untimely grave.

was the sight such as to suggest the question where is now thy god how soon it changed into a scene of magnificence and omnipotent power he wakes as a mother whom louder sounds would not stir to her infant's feeblest wail he wakes to the cry of his alarmed disciples and standing up with the lightning flash illuminating his calm divine face he looks out on the terrific war of elements he speaks and all is hushed obedient to his will the winds fold their wings the waves sink to rest and there is a great calm glory to god in the highest how may his people catch up and continue the strain which falls from angels lips in disciples plucked from the very jaws of death and pulling their boat shoreward with strong hands and happy hearts over a moonlit glassy sea jesus shows us how he will make good these sayings fear not for i am with thee be not afraid for i am thy god i have given unto them eternal life and they shall never perish The divine glory of that scene was not peculiar to it, for as an eagle, so soon as she has stooped from her realm to the ground, mounts aloft again, soaring into the blue skies of her native heavens, our Lord never descends into the abasement of his meanest circumstances without some act which bespeaks divinity, and bears him up before our eyes, into the regions of Godhead.

the grave where he weeps like a woman gives up its prisoner at his word athirst by jacob's well like any other wayfaring wayworn traveller he begs a draught of water from a woman there but tells her all she ever did houseless and poor his banquet hall is the open air his table the green grass his feast five barley loaves and a few fishes from the neighboring lake yet this scanty fare supplies the wands of five thousand guests his birth and life and death his whole history in fact resembles one of those treasure chests which double locks secure for as that iron safe yields its hoards of gold silver pearls and precious stones to none but him who brings to each lock its own appropriate key so the riches of divine truth redeeming love and saving mercy are open only to such as come to jesus with a belief in his divinity on the one hand and a belief in his humanity on the other who behold the child whose birth was sung by angels the son of mary and worship the only begotten well-beloved and eternal son of god now this mingling of divine and human characters distinguished christ's birth as much as his death the halo of glory that surrounded his dying crowned his infant head his sun rose as it afterwards set behind a heavy bank of clouds but the divinity they screened touched their edges alike with burning gold so that he at whose death the rocks were rent and the sun eclipsed and graves deserted of their dead no more entered than he left our world as a common son of adam not that a world which was to reject him went out to meet its king with homage and royal honors omen of coming events it received him in sullen silence but the heavens declared his glory the skies sent out a sound and the tokens of his first advent unlike the thunders which shall rend the skies when he comes the second time to judgment were all in beautiful harmony with his object it was love and saving mercy there were light music and angel forms with this object all things indeed were in perfect keeping the serene night the shining stars the pearly dews glistening on the grass snowy flocks safely pasturing and the shepherds themselves to whom the annunciation was made men who whether going before their charge or carrying the lambs in their arms or gently leading those that were with young or standing bravely between their flocks and the roaring lion were the choicest emblems and types of him who dying to save us gave his life for the sheep to them there suddenly appeared a multitude of the heavenly host turning night into day and shedding on the soft hills around a bright but gentle radiance as guard of honor they had swept in their downward flight by many a sun and star escorting the son of god to our nether world And now, ere they left him to tread the wine-press alone, and returned on upward wings to their native heavens, and their service before the throne of God, these celestials bent their loving eyes on the stable, and, in anticipation of Jesus' triumphs, of men saved, death conquered, graves spoiled, and Satan crushed, they sang, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will toward men.

This hymn, sung perhaps in parts by different bands of these heavenly choristers, consists of three parts.

We now proceed to the illustration of these.

with pencils of sunlight god paints the rose by arts of a divine chemistry he turns foul decay into the snow-white purity and fragrant odors of a lily he fashions the infant in the darkness of the mother's womb he inspires dead matter with the active principle of life In man he unites an ethereal spirit to a lump of clay.

Wonders these, which have perplexed the wisest men, and remain as incomprehensible to philosophers as to fools.

yet as if there was no mystery in these but what our understanding could fathom as if there was nothing in these to teach proud men humility and rouse his admiration as if there was indeed no wonder but christ itself in all this great and glorious universe he is called by way of eminence the wonderful and why because as the stars cease to shine in presence of the sun quenched by the effulgence and drowned by the flood of his brighter beams these lose all their wonders beside this little child to a meditative man it is curious to stand over any cradle where an infant sleeps and as we look on the face so calm and the little arms gently folded on the placid breast to think of the mighty power and passions which are slumbering there to think that this feeble nursling has heaven or hell before it that an immortal in a mortal form is allied to angels that the life which it has begun shall last when the sun is quenched enduring throughout all eternity much more wonderful the spectacle the manger offers where shepherds bend their knees and angels bend their eyes here is present not the immortal but the eternal here is not one kind of matter united to another or spiritual to an earthly element but the creator to a creature divine omnipotence to human weakness the ancient of days to the infant of a day what deep secrets of divine wisdom power and love lie here wrapped up in these poor swaddling clothes mary holds in her arms in this manger with its straw what draws the wondering eyes and inspires the loftiest songs of angels if that be not god's greatest and therefore most glorifying work where are we to seek it in what else is it found the depth saith it is not in me and the sea saith it is not in me Were we to range the vast universe to find its rival, we should return, like the dove to its ark, to the stable door, and to the swaddled babe, there to mingle human voices with the heavenly choir, singing, Glory to God in the highest.

O Lord, make haste to help us.

Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.

as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever.

Amen.

Then you will be pleased with the appointed sacrifices, with burnt offerings and oblations.

Then shall they offer young bullocks upon your altar.

Glory to the Father and to the Son, And to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now and will be forever.

Amen.

special revelation to mankind.

And that special revelation starts with God bringing himself glory through the highest pinnacle of creation, mankind made in his image to point the way to him.

And it will end in the glorious return of Christ and establishment of the kingdom when Christ comes back to make all things new with once again, Glory, the Shekinah glory emanating from the temple, the Godhead, the triune Godhead will be the throne.

Ultimately, there will be no physical throne.

It will be the Godhead once again shining in glory.