A House is Not Home.
2 Samuel 7:1-12
God’s agenda is people, making a home for Himself among people. God’s agenda is lifting up the fallen, binding up the brokenhearted, healing the wounded, forgiving the flawed. God will not be impressed with bows or ribbons; but He will bless us if in the rough and tumble of our lives, we find a need and fill it. We find an itch and scratch it. We find a weary heart and comfort it. We find a hopeless mind and fill it with imagination. We find a lonely life and fill it with love. We find a wandering soul and bring it home. God is always about building lives. Making homes, not just houses; making people, not monuments.
John wrote, there was a day when God came to His own home, but His own people would not receive Him. There was a day when He came to live where He belonged, but those to whom He came turned Him away. They were too perfect, too Architectural Digest. But to those who trusted Him, to those who knew their houses were not in order, were Antique Road Show, to those who received Him, to them He gave power to become His own. Folks, hear all the mystery and all the wonder of eternity in this one sentence: And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen His glory, the glory as of a Father’s only Son, full of grace and truth.
The Word became flesh and pitched His tent among us. His ordinary fleshly tent. Jesus did not come to a decorator showroom, He came to a crude stable behind the inn of Bethlehem. Though all the heavens were His, He chose to make His home among our imperfection. It is there we see His glory, full of grace and truth. Have we prepared our heart to give him a room?
Our life does not have to be perfect; in fact, it cannot be. It will not be. It is a lived-in life. You cannot fix it. You cannot clean it. You cannot make it good enough for Him. It’s not possible! And yet, look, He is full of grace and truth. That means, He wants to live here, mess and all! That’s the kind of Savior we need, one who will take us just as we are. Has our heart prepared Him room?
The Word became flesh and made His home among us. Jesus did not grow up in the palaces of privilege. He grew up an obscure child in an ordinary village in a third-rate province in a dusty corner of the Empire. A little like your street or mine. Though the mansions of eternity were His, He chose to make His home among our imperfection. It is there we see His glory, full of grace and truth. Has our heart prepared Him room?
Oh, I know where home is. Home is where the stresses are brought and are dealt with. Home is not a museum-like perfection, home is where the issues of life can be resolved, because home is where somebody loves you. Home is where somebody puts up with you. Home is where Jesus Christ, the Word made flesh, has come to dwell, for me, for you. Home.
Yes, it does take a heap o’ livin’ to make a house a home. Has our heart prepared Him room? O come to my heart, Lord Jesus, there is room in my heart for Thee.