In Luke 22:11, Jesus
is talking to Peter and John about the Passover. He told them to go into the city and find a
man carrying a water jug. They were to
ask the man, "Where is the guest room in which the Master could eat the
Passover with his disciples?".
Jesus said that the man would show them an upper room, all furnished,
and that they were to make preparations there.
I wonder if Jesus is
looking to meet me in the guest room of my heart.
There's a room in my
heart God is wanting to use
for daily communion
with me.
He is waiting for me
to open the door
to the pleasure of
His company.
But the landlord must
open the door to his heart
He must sweep out the
dirt of his life for a start.
He must clean out the
cobwebs of worldly care
and dust off the
stillness that needs to be there.
He must then close
the door that shuts off the words
of the world that intrudes,
and demands to be heard.
The room's ready now.
Preparations are
made.
Now the hour is at
hand
and the supper is
laid.
In the stillness He
comes,
Awesome
God, gentle friend
to the room in my
heart -
still small voice in the wind.
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