Comfortable-at-Home ( by Carley Evans )

Nothing makes me feel so ‘comfortable-at-home’ than a roaring fire in my den fireplace — nothing except that fire and a Christmas tree lit and decorated in the same den, and perhaps a M*A*S*H re-run on the television. The combination exudes relaxation and a complete ease with self and surroundings.

I actually live in my house; it doesn’t remotely resemble a magazine. I’ve seen those homes and if yours is one, more power to you. I’m impressed and a bit intimidated, too.

I like to imagine Jesus being really comfortable in my home. I’m not terribly embarrassed to have Him living here with me. I think He loves my coffee — it’s very rich with half ‘n half and organic sugar or even honey if He prefers. He sometimes glances at the books on my shelves. Some He’s read more than once; others He knows enough about that He’s got no desire to read them again. He especially avoids looking through my DVD collection; I doubt He likes many of my favorite movies. I wonder. Maybe He likes one of my Christmas favorites, It’s A Wonderful Life. I’m certain He understands why I love Ordinary People.

I love dark chocolate and red wines. I’ve never received any indication from Jesus that He disapproves of my choices in these two culinary delights. Sometimes, He scolds me for eating more salt than is healthy for my body. I always apologize and try to eat healthier the next day. He gets on me sometimes for not getting enough exercise. I agree and walk the stairs at work. At home, I write so much… well, excuses are easy, aren’t they?

The only place I find I’m really wary of having Jesus along is in my car. I have little patience for rude drivers, and sometimes my behavior in my car surprises even me. Often I get an awful feeling Jesus isn’t even riding along, but that’s not possible so I must be ignoring Him completely. Later — and I mean moments later — I am ridiculously sorry. Why the car is that one place I’ve yet to figure.

At any rate, at this moment, I am enjoying His company. He’s sitting here watching me write this and laughing at Colonel Potter and Radar. Oops, Radar just took His Name in vain. Jesus turns to me and says, “Nobody’s perfect.” Then I see the twinkle in His eye. “Of course, that doesn’t go for Me, does it?”

And that’s the question for you and me: “Is God our older brother and very best friend?”

[Hebrews 2:11 “Both the One who makes men holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.”]


12 thoughts on “Comfortable-at-Home ( by Carley Evans )

  1. lambskinny says:

    Thanks Patricia. I appreciate your readership and support. God’s blessings! and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

  2. lambskinny says:

    Thanks Susie, WordPress neighbor and sister in Christ. Carley

  3. lambskinny says:

    Thank you 3rd Culture Children. Merry Christmas!!

  4. mtsweat says:

    What a great reality. Not neglecting reverence and awe, because of our Big Brother, we call the Heavenly Father, “DAD.”
    I can relate with the car scene, Carley. God bless. Don’t forget to record Green Acres. 🙂

  5. Thanks for this post, Carley. I couldn’t help be reminded on the poem I read once about if Jesus came to your house. Years ago, I used to read Harlequin and Silhouette books, Nora Roberts, Janet Dailey and Danielle Steele. After reading that poem, I prayed long and hard, packed up years worth of books and took them all to a second-hand store; along with movies that I suddenly felt I NEEDED to get rid of. Since then, I periodically go through the house in my mind and ask the Lord if there is anything else that I need to get out of here. I feel sure now that there is nothing here of mine that I would be ashamed of if Jesus should come knocking at the door. And you know, that image makes me smile. 🙂

    • lambskinny says:

      God bless you, Drusilla. The only book God ever specifically told me to “get out of my house” was Anne Rice’s novel, INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE. I was sitting in my living room in the dark — my young daughter had just awakened me — and God said, quite clearly, that book (for you) is evil. Take it outside and throw it away, now. I did just that. I’ve never read any of Ms. Rice’s books, so I can not judge her work. I can only say that her books are not for me. Yet, I own and love LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, a beautiful film about a child vampire that, for me, has a clear message of the utter loneliness and horror of being the human companion to such a sad creature. Why one is wrong for me and the other is not is a mystery to me.
      Also, Drusilla — sweet sister — Jesus is clearly already in your home. He’s not going to come knocking. He’s already there. ;D

      • Oh, Carley, He IS here, I know; but I like the image of opening my front door to find Him actually on my step waiting to come in and sit with me. That is the image that came to mind when I read this post. I also like to imagine physically walking in a garden with Him like in the song. I sometimes envy those first 12 that got to spend all that time in His physical presence. Have you ever wondered what that was like?

  6. lambskinny says:

    Hey Drusilla,
    Yes I know what you mean. That image of Jesus coming to my door actually struck me, too.
    And I love that song, too…
    I used to be envious of the first disciples until I came to appreciate how much the written Word brings to my life… the living Word. Think of the perspective we have that they could only guess at! Still to have sat on a hillside and listened to the Beatitudes from His lips — wow!
    But I wouldn’t have wanted to see Him suffer and die.
    But, wow! To see the resurrected Lord…
    Ah, the conflict.
    I’m just glad He knows me; and loves me in spite of myself.
    Thanks, sister.

  7. Jeff says:

    I’m still working on the car thing, too, Carley. 🙂

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