Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Revelation 3:20
As a family of five, there’s always an empty chair when we gather at the table for dinner. After saying grace one day, Jocelyn mentioned she imagines Jesus sitting in that seat, right next to her. I’ve imagined the same thing ever since.
There’s something powerful about visualization. The more we do it, the more real it can feel. With each passing day, Jesus becomes more tangible at our dinner table. I only wish I could make Him more tangible everywhere else.
I have been guilty of compartmentalizing my prayer time, and God. When I have quiet time to myself, I invite Him in and feel His presence. I share whatever my burdens are at the time, and I feel Him lift them all.
But when my prayer time is over, and it’s back to the grind of the day, I tend to leave Him back in my prayer space. The more chaotic my day gets, the more I forget about Him. Despite Him knocking, wanting to be invited into the chaos to help, I simply can’t hear Him over the clamoring noise of it all.
Then we gather at the table, over the meal I’ve thrown together in twenty minutes or less, bow our heads in prayer, and He’s there. It’s like that reset button, or rebooting your computer. All applications close, and peace is restored.
Come, Lord Jesus, be our guest.
And may our food by You be blessed.
Questions for Reflection:
* Can I hear God knocking over the noise of my life?
* When I do, do I invite Him in?