Saturday, October 18, 2008


Jesus in My "House"

Try this as a discussion starter--I got this idea originally from one of the episodes in the Living Proof: Discipleship video series put out by Christian Businessmen's Committee. It goes like this:

Jesus stood at the door to my house and knocked. I opened the door and he came in to eat with me. (Revelation 3:20) I was happy to receive him, but anxious about the state of my house. What would He do when He discovered what a bloody mess it was?

To my joy and surprise, He not only loved me in spite of the mess, He began to help me clean it up. For a while we cleaned together, but eventually I became tired. I wanted Him to take a break. Things were looking pretty good, at least in the living room! But Jesus wasn't interested in popping a Coke and watching TV on the couch. Instead, he pulled out the sofa and told me to get the vacuum.

As the living room began to sparkle, I started to feel pretty proud of myself. In fact, I started to look down on my neighbors, still sitting around in piles of pizza boxes and dirty socks. I remarked on this out loud, but He said, "What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?" Oh.

With the living room looking fairly neat, Jesus moved on to my kitchen. He didn't seem surprised at my appetites, but that didn't reduce my embarrassment! Just having Him there made me aware of how I was filling myself with way too much spiritual junk-food. He started on the dishes while I got busy throwing out the Twinkies.

After a while, I tried to encourage Him to relax, but He said, "Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!" He certainly has a way with words. I had to look up "sluggard", but I was pretty sure it meant we weren't going to catching my show at 8:00.

This process of going from room to room and cleaning out the dark corners has continued for as long as I've known Him. It's been harder than I thought at first, though I must say it's been wonderful also, knowing that He really takes joy in our journey together.

From time to time I've tried to lock him out of certain rooms, but He's been more than willing to kick down the door or punch a hole through the wall (He's very committed to this process). At other times He's had to replace large parts of my foundation. Those have been very painful times, and yet I've come to see how they were also so very necessary and good. Still, I don't look forward to them, and there are rooms I really wish he'd steer clear of.

But in a deeper place, I wish something else: "Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." And so I know that this process will never end while I yet live in this house, until I reach the perfect mansion He has prepared for me.

1 comment:

  1. Praise God that He is so consistant and never ending in His love and care.

    Have you ever read The Shack by William P Young? This cleaning story just reminded me of the main character cleaning out his heart's garden with the Holy Spirit.


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