“In My Father’s House are many rooms.
If that were not true,
would I have told you that I’m going to
prepare a place for you?”
She had come toddling down the long hallway to my door, climbed up the big step and grabbed my hand. I didn’t know what the little blue-eyed munchkin had in mind, but she was clearly on a mission. She determinedly pulled me to my own great-grandmother’s rocking chair, patted the seat, and made it clear that I was to sit down. Then, snuggling onto my lap, we had a little “rock-rock” together. It wasn’t very long, but it was oh! So sweet! Unplanned, unscheduled, just a minute . . . but it was a delightful way to begin my day.
And I wondered . . .
Does Jesus get those heartwarming moments with me? Does He delight in my moments of pursuing time with Him? Just a simple closeness in the midst of my busy day? My hand grabbing His Finger, patting the rocking chair seat, and simply crawling onto His Lap while He holds me? As He pulls me close, near to His Heart, is it warmed by our quiet moment together? Does He wish it could last longer?
Jesus knew in those “last supper” moments with His nearest Followers that His Time with them was drawing to a close. He would soon make the ultimate Sacrifice to secure our eternity with Him in His Father’s House.
As a groom prepared the new home for his bride, as part of the home of his own father,
Jesus knew the Sacrificial Work it would require, all for us, His Bride. He knew the details of the Work He was about to carry out. He knew the pain involved, as the Roman crucifixions were a common sight along the roads outside of Jerusalem.
Yet, fully knowing the Price He would pay on our behalf, He chose to lay down His own life to secure our Home with Him in Heaven. . . in His Father’s House.
May my heart draw near to Him, choose to be close to Him in many moments throughout my day. May my hand reach out for His, and hold tightly to the Finger of God.