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Jesus, You are Welcome Here

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Sep 10, 2022
  • 2 min read

Sunday night, as my pastor preached from Luke 7, he said:

“Jesus wasn’t even made welcome in Simon’s own home.”

But Mary, who didn’t even live there, welcomed Jesus and treated him like the royalty he is. But Simon, who had invited Jesus in the first place, never once treated Jesus with any type of hospitality. He treated Jesus as something common place, rather than being in awe of who he is.

Mary took her glory, her hair, and wiped Jesus’ feet. Her glory meant nothing to her, but he meant everything to her.

How many of us treat Jesus as Simon did? We invite him into our home and then act as though he’s nothing special, we don’t even acknowledge him being there.

It looked good to others when Simon said he had Jesus in his home, but it didn’t take rocket science to see that Jesus wasn’t honored in his home.

Most of us are unwilling to humble ourselves before Jesus, as Mary did. She took her glory, her honor, and wiped his feet with it. She took her future, the financial security of the alabaster box, and broke it and poured it on Jesus.

She gave him her glory and her future.

Because she loved him.

Simon sat on a high horse of hypocrisy and did nothing but criticize.

I’d say that most of you reading this would say “of course I’ve invited Jesus into my home!”

But how many of you are making much of him in your home? Or are you sitting there as Simon did with a “bless me if you can” attitude, full of criticism and hypocrisy?

You get to choose who and what holds a place of prominence in your home. If you’re making much of Jesus, I can guarantee it will spill over into every relationship in your home. If you’ve invited him in word only but not in actions, then it will Also effect your relationships in the home, in a very negative light.

You get to choose if Jesus being in your home is something you say to look good, or if it’s something you live out.

Jesus, you are welcome here🤍

 
 
 

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