When I was in 7th and 8th grade I noticed that during free time some of the students would hang around the teacher's desk just to visit. But when I tried to do that, the teacher asked what I wanted and sent me back to my desk. Visiting with the teacher was for the popular kids. And try as I might, when I think about being with Jesus in heaven, I picture myself waving to Him as he walks by with the people He would rather spend time with--the important ones, the popular ones. I know that is unfair to the Savior who chose me, died for me, and lives inside me, but I just can't imagine us having a one on one conversation.
Food is my love language, I love feeding people. And when they eat my food, whether they know it or not, I feel like they are accepting my love. Rev. 3:20 appeared as my verse of the day recently. It says, "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." This is often used as a salvation invitation, but the context is God's message to the church in Laodicea and is a call to repentance. The preceding verse is, "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest and repent." In the Bible, and in life, eating together is usually a sign of fellowship. Jesus requires our repentance because he desires our fellowship.
But what I hunger for is to take Rev. 3:20 literally. I am all about having people come in and eat. When I am in heaven, I want Jesus to come to my house and eat with me. I have no idea what ingredients will be available, but I am sure I will still love to cook and while we are eating, we could have that impossible to imagine one on one conversation. I asked the Lord if He would do that for me and He whispered into my mind, I died for you. Of course I will eat with you. So even though I still picture Jesus walking through heaven surrounded by the popular kids, I know that at least one time, the Teacher will be knocking at my door. But He won't need to, the door will be open.
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