If Jesus came to your house
To spend a day or two,
If He came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do.
I know you'd give your nicest room
To such an honoured guest,
And all the food you'd serve to Him
Would be the very best.
And you would keep assuring Him
You're glad to have Him there,
That serving Him in your own home
Is joy beyond compare!
But when you saw Him coming,
Would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your heavenly visitor?
Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let Him in.
Or hide the magazines and put
The Bible where they'd been?
Would you keep right on saying
The things you always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?
Would you sing the songs you always sing
And read the books you read,
And let Him know on what
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take Jesus with you
Everywhere you'd planned to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans
For just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him meet
Your very closest friends?
Or would you hope they'd stay away
Until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him stay
Forever on and on,
Or would you sigh with great relief
When He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know
The things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person
To spend some time with you.
Lois Blanchard Eades.
I read this today in an old issue of The King's Blooming Rose and it was perfect timing as I was clearing my clutter and trying to decide which of my books and DVDs I should keep. I tend to get attached to things and, to be truthful, I buy too much. If I have had a bad day I will pop into a shop on the way home and buy something that I don't need or have a place for. I am in the middle of an Autumn clean!
I always try to be honest in this blog and open about my thoughts. Reading this poem was like a shot to my soul. It hurt! I felt sad and ashamed and tearful all at once. I realised that, yes, I would have to put some magazines away and change how I act. I am disgusted with myself and my weakness! There is so much that I do that I know isn't good but I do it and go along with it because it is acceptable and normal in the world that I live in. I hate to stand out among my friends or at work and this leads me into some grey areas.
I read those women's magazines. The ones that I justify to myself even though I have to flick past certain articles. Do I really want to be spending my money on these things? Do I really need to keep the DVDs that do nothing to educate or improve me? I tend to keep things because they cost me money at the time I bought them or because I used to really like them. This poem helped me so much today! It cleared my mind and made my stay and go decisions so much easier.
I can't just remove the bad influences as this seems to leave a vacuum. I need to replace them with wholesome and good influences. The kind of books, magazines and films that I would be happy to be found with if Jesus came to visit. I suddenly have a whole lot more space!
It is so sad to think that Jesus could come to my house to visit me and that I could be more focussed on tucking magazines under the chair than on the huge blessing I was given. I would be one of those that saw Him through the window and then panicked and had to hide all those iffy things that I have. I wouldn't be able to be natural with Him around, and yes, I would probably be counting down the hours until I could get back to normal. But really my version of normal and acceptable is clearly wrong if I am ashamed of it.Even though I have had a physical clear out there is still a lot of mental stuff that I need to work through. It will be a long road of constant effort!
I thought a lot about whether or not to post this. I wanted to hide my shame away! I didn't want you to see this weakness, this dark side to me. My life isn't all pretty flower photographs though and I would be selling myself short to pretend that it is.