“One thing more, and it is this. Let us, dear brethren, try to get saturated with the gospel. I always find that I can preach best when I can manage to lie a-soak in my text. I like to get a text, and find out its meaning and bearings, and so on; and then, after I have bathed in it, I delight to lie down in it, and let it soak into me. It softens me, or hardens me, or does whatever it ought to do to me, and then I can talk about it. You need not be very particular about the words and phrases if the spirit of the text has filled you; thoughts will leap out, and find raiment for themselves. Become saturated with spices, and you will smell of them; a sweet perfume will distill from you, and spread itself in every direction; — we call it unction. Do you not love to listen to a brother who abides in fellowship with the Lord Jesus? Even a few minutes with such a man is refreshing, for, like his Master, his paths drop fatness. Dwell in the truth, and let the truth dwell in you. Be baptized into its spirit and influence, that you may impart thereof to others. If you do not believe the gospel, do not preach it, for you lack an essential qualification; but even if you do believe it, do not preach it until you have taken it up into yourself as the wick takes up the oil. So only can you be a burning and a shining light.”— Charles Spurgeon’s - An All-Round Ministry. (via codythisfall)
You see, He’s like this man who is constantly knocking on the doors of our hearts. But we answer, “Jesus, wait—just wait a second. I am not ready yet. I am almost done. Let me just tidy things up in here before you come in.” He waits and waits but no matter how hard we try to tidy up, it does not seem to get any cleaner. And yet he still waits and waits and knocks and knocks..
Eventually, He takes out the key, the key he had all along, unlocks the door, and enters the home. Cobwebs fill the corners, paint and paper torn from the walls. Broken furniture is found all over the dust-filled wooden floors. Bits and pieces of glass are on the ground. There is little light in the room and it seems as though the light bulbs have been burnt out for some time. He looks at the corner of the room and finds a mirror, which shows a distorted image. We stand there in the middle of the room, trying to not make eye-contact, trying to hide this mess.
Yet He puts His hand on my shoulder and smiles. “Let’s see what I could do.”
He starts by taking off His sandals. He opens the windows and lets air flow in. He starts taking cobwebs down from the ceilings. He tears off the layers and layers of paper from the walls. He fixes and mends the broken furniture and puts them back in place. He picks pieces of glass off the floors. He places new light bulbs, lighting up the room. He then puts up a new mirror, which reflects a clean home.
Through all this, we stand there watching. He does all this gently and quickly yet it seems as though He is taking His time. It is His joy, His delight to continually tidy up our hearts.
Lastly, He shakes the dust off the sign which had fallen off the door. He lets it hang on the doorknob—“Welcome to My home.”
“I will give you a new heart, & I will put a new spirit in you. I will take you your stony, stubborn heart & give you a tender, responsive heart.”