Saturday, July 24, 2004


Luke 11:24 "When a corrupting spirit is expelled from someone, it drifts along through the desert looking for an oasis, some unsuspecting soul it can bedevil. When it doesn't find anyone, it says, 'I'll go back to my old haunt.' 25 On return, it finds the person swept and dusted, but vacant. 26 It then runs out and rounds up seven other spirits dirtier than itself and they all move in, whooping it up. That person ends up far worse than if he'd never gotten cleaned up in the first place." (The Message)

She is swept and dusted. She is surprised by a sense of lightness and well being that has alluded her over the years. She smiles more often. She laughs without reservation the kind of wide open laugh that shines and opens wide her brown eyes. The prayers she prays soar through the empty house bouncing off the walls, echoing like a strange and haunting melody she remembers from long ago.

She doesn't mind that the house is empty. Surely, He will fill it, the one she loves; the one who loves her. There is however, that brief interim when the house is vacant.

Now here it comes. It's been in the desert, and it'll be the first to tell you that when the Big Guy forces you into the desert, you can forget about an oasis. It is tired and foul, and a little bit sore because the Big Guy roughed It up pretty bad on the way out. It doesn't like being homeless. She was a comfortable dwelling place.

It sees her, it's former home. It approaches reluctantly, wondering if the Big Guy isn't hanging around somewhere. It knows the Big Guy doesn't fool around when it comes to His property. He is particularly smitten with her. It hates it that He loves her. He will protect her. It knows her weakness though. It's lived in her for many years, and it decides to get a few friends to help it get it' s home back.

There are seven of them; lust, discontent, fear, anger, self-hatred, unworthiness, and lies all come with it, and they have their gameplan. They just need her to believe the things she's always believed about herself that aren't true, and she's hung out with them long enough for them to seem compelling. It will be a simple task. They'll use the big one first. The wound that hurt and did not heal for so long. Easy. It'll be moved back in in no time. Home.

They peek through the windows. Oh no! The house isn't even vacant. It was sure... How could this happen? Not only is the house not vacant, it looks pretty good in there. There's music, and comfortable places to sit and fellowship, and everything inside is new, but the worst thing, the God awful worst thing of all, is that *He* , the Big Guy Himself is living there. It knows it'll never get back inside. It turns to it's friends, "Jesus is in there, looking comfortable, and sitting on the recliner that should be mine."

Uh Oh. It said the Name above all names. It begins to wail at it's error. It's friends look terrified and they start running. Lies can't hang out if Truth himself is there. Lust, self-hatred, and unworthiness know they must yield to the Love of God, and fear, anger, and discontent. Well, they tear around the corner on two wheels to get back to the desert.

But it could have gone down differently.

Who lives in your house? Does Jesus recline in your heart?

Let Him sweep you clean and move on in.
In Love,
God's raga


Geo said...

The Big Guy has certainly given you all good things! I am so thankful that you willingly share them with us!
I am blessed by your writings again today.


Paula said...

"It is for freedom that Christ has set us free! Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." Gal. 5:1

I love how you painted a picture of this verse, Claudia. The enemy wants to steal away our joy and freedom--to send us back into the slavery of his lies--unworthiness, discontent, fear--you named them so well. But Jesus is there! Hallelujah! He guards the door!! Truth protects us from slavery.

Awesome writing dear ragamuffin! (also know as the beautiful and glorious daughter of the King.)

eddie{F} said...

Great thoughts Diva. Thanks for blessing us from deep within your heart.

upwords said...

Here's to a clean house. \o/

Once again your bread and wine is sweet to me. Thanks for the communion. Thanks for having the courage to be your own beautiful self. . .and for bringing a feather duster everywhere you go. You've helped me clean my house many a day.

In the name of the Big Guy,
Marilynn Griffith