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.”]