The years of peace and commerce during King Solomon’s reign allowed him to complete his most important work. Out of the finest materials – cedar from Lebanon overlaid with the finest gold – and using the most skilled craftsmen, he built an impressive temple as The Lord’s house in Jerusalem, housing the Ark of the Covenant containing the two tablets on which God had written the Ten Commandments. (The Hebrews had faithfully carted it around with them for all those weary years in the wilderness, and had kept it safe for hundreds of years since then.)
Solomon, being a reasonable man, didn’t really expect God to live there on a daily basis as it would be, however grand, somewhat more confining than heaven.
“But Lord,” he asked. “could you at least keep an eye on it, and pick up your messages from time to time? People are bound to get in the habit of directing their prayers there.” (In fact, even strangers were welcome to use the temple as God’s mailing address, with a reasonable expectation that their messages would reach Him in a timely fashion.)
“And one more thing: it would be helpful if requests registered at the temple were to be granted. Not all…only the worthy ones, of course.” This could really help to draw a higher-class clientele, he thought.
But he didn’t have a lot of faith that this request would get a favorable response. And, indeed, The Lord did feel that would be going too far. He had no intention of committing Himself to that kind of blanket agreement. It didn’t suit his quirky style of doing business.
“And what about the junk mail?” he asked. “There’s bound to be a lot of junk mail.”
“There always is,” responded Solomon. “It can’t be helped. We’ll provide a big trash bin.”