At four-years old, I asked Jesus to come a live in my heart, but I am so over that.
Now before you call my youth pastor to report another young person running from Christianity, just hold up and hear me out for a second.
Rather than Jesus living in my heart, I want to live in His.
I am so over a Christian culture where Jesus comes to live in our hearts - but dude, like, keep your feet off my heart's coffee table, OK? And, yeah, the guest bed is in the basement.
Make yourself at home (but please stay out of my bedroom), fair trade(-ish) coffee's in the coffeepot, here's the wifi password, and I'll see you when I get back from Function/Activity/Meeting No. 24573290.
No way. That is not what pursuing, embracing, living like Jesus is about.
We have to stop just fitting Jesus into our hearts, lives, agendas, and start living out His heart.
We're ok with the whole Christian deal, as long as Jesus moves into our lives. But what if we abandoned it all to live in the middle of His heart?
Forget about moving Him into the guest bed in the basement of our hearts and just giving Him Sundays... Imagine what could happen if we literally pulled out our entire, beating, ugly, bleeding hearts, held them out to the One who bled for us and said "Here - do what you will with this awful mess."
I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say it would be beautifully ravaging... ravaging-ly beautiful.
OK... So maybe I'm not totally over this Jesus lives in my heart thing.
But let's be Kingdom-people who live for more than that.
Let's literally surrender our entire hearts to Jesus - give up the whole entire thing and tell Him to take. it. away.
We want to know His heart.
Let's surrender our entire bleeding, beating hearts to the One who bled for us and really mean it -
Take me to the middle of Your heart.