In the days of my youth, I remember a few families who were extremely protective of their living rooms as if they were museums. Oh, my mom was a cleaner and very well organized, but these families took it to the outer limits. The armchairs and sofa encapsulated in plastic covers. The carpet was spotless. The wood shined to a glowing sheen. Children barred from the room. Not a lot of living went on in that living room. There are probably thousands of adults out there to this day who routinely look around cautiously before setting foot in a living room.
Perhaps that kind of thing is harmless, unless you have also come to believe that confinement to the kitchen, the basement, or the closet is normal. That not only being kept out of the best rooms of the house is normal, but also from the best parts of life. That it is not just living rooms you do not deserve to enter. That you are not special company, and never will be, ever.
By his life, death, and resurrection, Jesus entered every living room in God's house of joy and removed all the plastic, spilled wine on the couch, and got breadcrumbs on the rug. ‘Here,' he said when he was finished, ‘all prepared for the most special guests. YOU! Come in, ALL of you. Come in!'
Perhaps that kind of thing is harmless, unless you have also come to believe that confinement to the kitchen, the basement, or the closet is normal. That not only being kept out of the best rooms of the house is normal, but also from the best parts of life. That it is not just living rooms you do not deserve to enter. That you are not special company, and never will be, ever.
By his life, death, and resurrection, Jesus entered every living room in God's house of joy and removed all the plastic, spilled wine on the couch, and got breadcrumbs on the rug. ‘Here,' he said when he was finished, ‘all prepared for the most special guests. YOU! Come in, ALL of you. Come in!'
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