Our farm house basement had a dirt floor and stone walls. I never thought of it as a cosy spot and spent as little time there as possible. It was great for cold storage vegetables, canned fruit and home made pickles but trust me, I never wanted to actually make them down there.
Still basements are sometimes useful. Some people do their wash down there or build apartments in them, and create play rooms for the kids, but hopefully, we all yearn for ground level and sunshine.
When we worship our own man-made gods, we are living in the basement. Don’t tell me you don’t have any because we all do. Our Gods are anything we put before the true, living Lord.
Basement living is the pits. Our God does not live there.
Psalm 115:3-8- Our God is in heaven doing whatever he wants to do. Their gods are metal and wood, handmade in a basement shop: Carved mouths that can't talk, painted eyes that can't see,tin ears that can't hear, molded noses that can't smell, hands that can't grasp feet that can't walk or run, throats that never utter a sound. Those who make them have become just like them, have become just like the gods they trust (MSG).
I invite you to come out into the Sonshine…by setting aside that which is not Him.
Prayer: Lord we all coddle something or someone that is not you. Point it out to us and drag us into the Sonshine, with or without our approval. In His Name. Amen.