December 21, 2022

I made a joke to myself tonight—as I gazed into the abyss of my kitchen sink—that ‘I really better get this cleaned up before Christmas! Can’t have Jesus coming when I have a dirty house!’

But then I quickly realized how faulty my thinking was, even as a joke, because isn’t humanity’s cumulative mess the very reason Jesus came? Jesus—who was born in a cave, or a manger, or however those verses translate contextually—is certainly not afraid of disorder. The one who dined in the homes of tax collectors—with their dirty kitchens and dirty hearts—never once shied away from a mess.

Jesus would surely understand my cluttered kitchen, and my thoughts tumble onward until I also realize: Jesus would probably help me do my dishes, because isn’t that just who he is? A God-man with a servant’s heart, who has all the time in the world to help clean up our mundane messes.

Both inside and out.

Merry (early) Christmas, friends.