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Jesus as a House Guest

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Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door,
I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.
– Revelation 3:20, NLT

Can you imagine Jesus showing up at your house?  Take a moment and imagine it.

Jesus as a house guest.

The thought intimidates.  It can even terrify.

My small group finished a study of the book of Revelation in February.  What an intimidating and terrifying book!  But before all of the bowls full of plagues and judgement come raining down, Jesus boldly asks for an invitation to come in and rest awhile… as friends.

Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door,
I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.
– Revelation 3:20, NLT

If He arrived on your doorstep, would you be prepared to let Him in?

Like little Martha’s our minds immediately jump to,

What does He like to eat and drink?  Will He judge how I keep my home?  Do I have enough crosses and Scriptures on the walls?  

The list goes on…

What’s on the schedule for today?  Could I pretend that I didn’t hear His knock?  He’d know wouldn’t He?  He’s omniscient after all!

Rather than running down the list of how to be the hostess-with-the-mostest, consider your heart.  Is your heart prepared to let Him in?

I have been reading, Beautiful Outlaw, by John Eldredge and it has opened my eyes to see Jesus in a way that I had a hard time thinking about when I read the Gospels.  Over the years I have worked hand in hand with other Christians to stitch that great veil back together.  You know the one, that veil God the Father tore in two as His Son took His last breath upon the cross.  And all these years that veil has been a blockade, keeping me from seeing Jesus properly, and subsequently keeping me from seeing myself properly.

Yes, Jesus loves all of humanity, but He loves the individual.
Yes, Jesus fulfilled the law of Moses, but He also closed the gap between the marginalized and the lofty.
Yes, Jesus endured torture, humiliation and death for us, but He did so as a 33-year-old man.

Jesus, while being the Son of God and the Creator of the heavens and the earth, is also a man who had to learn how to walk, to read and to nail two pieces of wood together.

Recently I also had the privilege of reading and reviewing, Beautiful Uncertainty, by a sweet friend of mine, Mandy Hale (aka The Single Woman).  In the book Mandy discusses reading Eldredge’s book and even shares about a practice she inadvertently adopted from a friend of her’s, dating Jesus.  Sounds strange, I get it, but what she shares about her experience is a beautiful depiction of answering the door and allowing Jesus in as a house guest.

“I was in line at Zaxby’s waiting to order lunch when I felt God begin to tug at my heart. “Order something for Me too,” I could feel Him whisper into my spirit. (And when I talk about God speaking to me, I should clarify that I’ve never heard an audible voice.)

He lays things on my heart in such a powerful way, I know it’s Him nudging me or leading me to do something.

When I felt His gentle tug, I immediately started to argue with Him. “But, God, Zaxby’s is a little pricey. You want me to order a full meal for You that’s just going to sit there and go to waste?” As soon as I responded to God with those words, I could just imagine him laughing at me. (Yes, sometimes I wonder if God is chuckling at my shenanigans. Often, actually. I think He must get such a kick out of me and my ridiculousness.) “Mandy. I give you breath and life and a heartbeat every single day, and you can’t spare seven dollars for Me?” So I ordered God a chicken finger plate with extra Zax sauce, just like me. (I figured God surely loved Zax sauce since it has to be the modern-day equivalent of manna from heaven.) And when I got home, I sat down at my desk with both our meals and started to eat.

Now obviously God didn’t beam down from heaven and join me for chicken tenders. But what followed was the sweetest thirty to forty-five minutes of communion with Him I had ever had. There was something so moving about sitting at my desk that day, quietly sharing a meal with the God of the universe. There was something even more moving about the fact that He wanted to share a meal with me. Me. Little ol’ me. Imperfect, greatly flawed, often the conductor of the Hot Mess Express me.”  (Mandy Hale, Beautiful Uncertainty – Part One, Pg. 4)

I don’t know about you, but if the Creator of the Universe knocked on my door, I wouldn’t leave Him standing outside alone.  Of course once He crossed the threshold, I’d be a ball of nerve; heart racing, palms slick with sweat and words coming out all wrong.  But once I invited Him to sit down at my tiny dining room table (certain that it wasn’t in the chair with the loose leg), I’m sure my breathing would return to normal and I might be able to focus better on my Savior.

And though the idea of “dating Jesus” sounds a little out there, what better way is there to spend your day, then to focus your undivided attention on Jesus?

So again I ask, can you imagine Jesus showing up at your house?
Jesus as a house guest.  Would you let Him in?

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  1. Amen. I’d marvel at the opportunity to open my door. But we can open the door now where we stand. What a beautiful post. Thank you for this and I’m happy to be your neighbor at TellHisStory with Jennifer Dukes Lee. Have a blessed week.

  2. Bree, welcome to Thought-Provoking Thursday. I loved what you shared here, and I am wondering if Jesus would mind the dust bunnies once I let Him in (He knows they are there anyway, right?)

    I am thankful that the Lord wants to come in — He’s not scared of my mess.

    I look forward to reading more from you in the weeks ahead.


    1. Hi Lyli! I’m figuring He knows they are there already…so you’re probably safe. He lived in the desert and walked everywhere in sandals, so I’m figuring a bit of dust won’t offend Him! 😉 Thank you for stopping by!

  3. Thanks for this good insight about Jesus as a Houseguest in our lives. This post truly made me stop and think about that idea a little more. (And gave me a couple good book reccomendations!) Coming over from the Coffee for Your Heart linkup.

    1. Bethany, you’re most welcome! I do highly recommend both books (and not just because I endorsed “Beautiful Uncertainty”) as they’ve been true game changers in the way I view my relationship with Jesus. Stop back and let me know what you think!

  4. The one thing having a bucket load of boys has taught me – more so in the teen years – that all it takes to make someone happy, is food – even served in a messy kitchen. My teens bring home their friends all the time. I feel like a short order cook. Will my house be perfect? LOL – no – and he knows that. But will we share a meal? Oh, that is the blessing – to sit down at a table or across a counter and share relationship! (Of course, maybe all these boys have worn me down, so it’s either live with grace or expire under the weight of inappropriate expectations). I’m so glad you know this now. I wish I’d understood when my boys were younger!

    1. Ah, I’m certain that Jesus has stood alongside you in your messy kitchen, watching the boys devour snacks with ferocity, all while sneaking a peak at you out of the corner of His eye, to watch your love enfold. Thanks for stopping by!

  5. He is a house guest in my house, He came to stay 30 some years ago. There are times I treat Him like a house guest and times I treat Him like a member of the family. Thankful He will never leave my house too. Lovely post.

  6. Hey there! I found you from #CoffeeForYourHeart ~

    Love your blog here and LOVE this post! Those excerpts sound great, will check them out!
    I was pondering how I would feel if He knocked at my door. Physically, I think I would find myself doing the Martha thing even though I thrive on living more Mary-like….so it kinda doesn’t make sense that I would flip flop. I guess that would be the flesh trying to rise up and take over. This post definitely makes one think, I thank you for that.

    1. Meghan, thank you for your honesty. It does make one think, doesn’t it? And I think you’re absolutely right about fleshly desires trying to override the Spirit. Definitely something to ponder and pray about! Be blessed!

  7. I love your question, “Could I pretend I didn’t hear His knock?” I do that all the time, but if I think of it in this way, as a physical person at the door, it will make me stop and take action. Thank you!

  8. What a precious Savior we have – I stand in awe of this One who wants to be with us. Thank you for sharing these thoughts with us at Grace & Truth!

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