Have you ever been in a high place? Have you ever physically sat in a seat of power, or stood in a room where the big decisions that affect millions or billions of people are made? Have you ever been in the Oval Office of the President of the United States?

High places are cool. There’s a sense of majesty, awe, almost reverence when you go into a high place. Don’t misunderstand. I haven’t been in many of them. But I have been in the one that counts most.

The chambers of the Supreme Court of the United States are inspiring, and surprisingly far more accessible and in some ways pedestrian than you might expect.

The halls of congress are interesting for the history they bear, yet in another way its just another stuff old government office building.

The Abbey at Westminster is cool. During Kate and Will’s wedding ceremony we were able to see on television the exact seats we’d sat in during our moment in the kwire during the Evensong service at the Abbey and my wife recognized one of the men in the kwire at the wedding as having been the same guy who stood beside her on that evening when we were there.

St. Paul’s Cathederal.

Tiananmen Square.

I remember thinking how cool it was to listen to debate in Britain’s House of Lords as I sat just a few dozen feet from the gilded throne of the British Sovereign.

High places.

This morning I was in a high place; a very high place. I actually go there quite often. Daily.

I was in the throne room of the King of the Universe; the one who was, long before anything else.

As I prayed this morning I talked with God about how awesome it was to be so welcome in the presence and the high place of the One who spoke and the world came into existence. That’s a high place. And I belong there because Ephesians 2 says that God made me alive with Christ and raised me up and seated me with Him in the heavenly realms. That’s a high place!

Oh. By the way. There’s a chair for you, too. Why don’t you sit down for a spell?