Friday, October 28, 2011

A Place to Lay Your Head

I love laying my head on my pillow every night. Work is done, my kids are all asleep and there are no more phone calls.

I like my stuff, my house, my space. I like my creature comforts. 

Ever thought about Jesus and stuff? 

Ever seen a picture of Jesus pulling a rolling suitcase or carrying a backpack? He was a homeless man without a grocery cart. He moved around throughout Israel and depended on the hospitality of others. 

He travelled with just the robe on his back and the sandals on his feet. He walked—okay once he rode on a donkey, but that was a special event. 

Jesus challenged would-be followers by telling them, "The foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head."

His lack of a physical place to call his own never slowed him or hampered his ministry. It freed him. He didn't need to have a place to feel secure. His security came from the relationship he had with his father.

I am challenged by Jesus' words. I am trying to unload stuff. When an opportunity for a mission trip to an uncomfortable location arises, I want to say, YES and not think about the stuff I can't bring with me. I want to teach my kids about the pitfalls of materialism. 

I want to be free like Jesus who did his father's will without pre-conditions. 

Every night when I lay my head on my pillow I think about what it would be like to have nowhere to lay my head. I thank Jesus for the sacrifice he made while on earth and embrace the challenge such a lifestyle offers me. 

1 comment:

  1. Yes, I like my creature comforts, but your post gives much food for thought. We are very materialistic here in America. I think about the stories B. told about the mission trip to Kenya and how those people were happy and joyful - even though they had nothing. Sure made me stop and think.


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