What would you do if Jesus Christ came to your house?
The first thing I would think to myself would be “How messy is my house?” Then I would start yelling for my kids to come and see Jesus standing in our foyer. Of course I would only have these reactions if my initial reaction was not passing out from shock.
I hope that I would wrap my arms around him and say “THANK YOU”. “Thank you for hanging on that cross for me and my children. Thank you for loving me even when I mess up and sin over and over again. THANK YOU!”
Hopefully I would not forget my manners. I would ask him to come inside and offer him a drink and a snack.
What if Jesus Christ sat down at my wobbly kitchen table, scarred from the many years of children? What if Jesus sat on the wooden bench my father in law built for us? What if we just sat and had a conversation? What if my kids crowded around him in awe? What if Jake climbed onto his lap and Spencer couldn’t stop hugging him? What if Ethan and Anna each took turns asking him questions about creation, time, space and God?
What if my husband came home and Jesus stood up from the table, spread out his arms and embraced my husband? What if every worry and all the weight of the world were lifted from my husband’s soul in that moment?
What if we sat there at our kitchen table and listened to every word that fell from his lips like drops of gold we wanted to catch and hold forever?
What if Jesus asked “Do you have a pitcher and a bowl? I need to wash your feet.”
Hopefully I would run directly to my room find the pitcher and bowl and rinse them out. I would stop by the froggy bathroom for a towel and I would bound back down our wooden steps to Jesus. I would ask Jesus if I could wash his feet (all the while knowing Jesus did not need his feet washed, he is perfect).
What if Jesus insisted “If you want to follow me I must wash your feet.”
What if we all took off our socks and Jesus knelt down on our kitchen tile floor and poured water over our toes and we felt humbled and at peace? What if he smiled slightly as he dried our feet with our froggy bathroom towel?
What if he rose up and hugged each one of us? What if hugged each child tightly and whispered “I will always be with you, ALWAYS.” Then he turned towards the door to leave. What if in awe and disbelief we just watched him walk out our front door and down our sidewalk. What if he turned to wave and then he was simply gone?
What would our lives look like after Jesus came to visit our home? After Jesus listened and talked to us. After Jesus washed our feet and loved us in person how would our lives change?
Every time we bring Jesus in our houses by talking about him he is there.
Every time we listen to one another completely he is there.
Every time we hug each other so tightly that our worries are squeezed out
it feels like Jesus is hugging us.
Every time we serve each other instead of ourselves
we are letting Jesus was our feet.
Every time we pray and know that Jesus is there
we are listening to him whisper “I will always be with you.”
Open your door…your life and let Jesus in. If you open up he will be there in all that you do.
What would it be like if Jesus visited your house?
Copyright 2013 Lori Hadorn-Disselkamp