Guess whose coming to dinner?

[kisstheson]

Jesus shows up, in the flesh, at your house around dinner time. (Yeah, yeah. I know it's not scriptural.) Really...think of your reaction. What would say? How would you treat Him? Would you ask Him in? What would you serve Him? Would you talk to Him? Have your friends over? Now I know you can think of tons of jokes but if you have a serious bone in your body, how would the evening go if Jesus came to your house?

 

[Shulamite]

Oh I can't wait to reply to this the way I want to.
I have to run and get my youngest son on the school bus! But... I will be back with my reply.

 

[kisstheson]

Good! I wrote a short story about jesus coming to my house once around the time when the Passion came out but I am having trouble finding it. I'm looking forward to reading what you will write.

 

[Amylisa]

I was just thinking of that story yesterday, Amy! I don't know where my copy of it is either.

If Jesus showed up at my door.....wow....what a thought. I'd want to throw my arms around Him and hold on tight!
What would I serve Him? I am not the best cook. I'd be too excited to think about food I think. I know my daughter Cara would want to hug Him. And Mario too!

This question deserves further thought.

 

[kisstheson]

First I open the door... Jesus!!!! My mouth drops open and remains like that long enough for a fly to think it's found a home.

Then my eyes are nearly popping out of my head.

I start to shake all over. I am hyperventelating (but first I have to learn how to spell that word.)

I stammer..."I-I- I-" I can't invite Him in. I can't even move. Jesus takes charge, steps beyond the door way and mercifully sits me down in a chair, helping me to breathe peacefully.

But everytime I look at Him all I can do is shake my head in amazement and cry.

The next hour or so I am studying every detail of what He looks like, the sound of His voice, the way that He gestures... I want to forever cherish this moment.

We have only just begun.

 

[MoNiCa4316]

Jesus shows up, in the flesh, at your house around dinner time. (Yeah, yeah. I know it's not scriptural.) Really...think of your reaction. What would say? How would you treat Him? Would you ask Him in? What would you serve Him? Would you talk to Him? Have your friends over? Now I know you can think of tons of jokes but if you have a serious bone in your body, how would the evening go if Jesus came to your house?

Good question!
I would........


....wow this is harder than I thought! I mean, I would just be SO overwhelmed. I don't think I would even be able to speak, lol. The first ten minutes (make that half an hour..or more! haha) would probably be me just crying uncontrollably. Then...I would love to just worship Him! I've always wondered how that would be like with Him standing right in front of me....wow. I could think of so many things I'd want to do, but I would probably forget them all. I would want to just hold on to Him forever...and I would kiss His hands and feet and just hug Him. Did I say I would cry? And I would tell Him that I love Him and that I'm so thankful for everything. Then, I would probably realize I'm still in the doorway and would invite Him in...

To answer some of your questions...

"What would you serve Him?"

haha...I don't have that much in my fridge, and I can't really cook well! hmm...sadly the best thing I have right now is some chocolate cookies...actually there's only one left at the moment!!!
one chocolate cookie for Jesus. That is sad.

"Have your friends over?"

You know, I don't think so....I would probably forget about everything else while He's there anyway, lol.

I know all this probably sounds a little funny, but I'm actually being serious. I would just be so overwhelmed. At some point I would probably remember all my sins and would feel so unworthy and terrible...what would happen then? He is always so patient and gentle with me when I ask for forgiveness...

I'll be back with more thoughts

 

[MoNiCa4316]

I start to shake all over. I am hyperventelating (but first I have to learn how to spell that word.)

Hyperventilating I think...
By the way, yea I'll probably start shaking too!

But everytime I look at Him all I can do is shake my head in amazement and cry.

I can picture that happening to me!

The next hour or so I am studying every detail of what He looks like, the sound of His voice, the way that He gestures... I want to forever cherish this moment.

oooh I forgot to write that! Yes I would be so amazed that I'm actually seeing Him and that He's actually THERE, that I would just look at Him the whole time...how would it feel to have Him look back at me?? Especially because He knows EVERYTHING about me, but would still into my heart with so much love...

We have only just begun.

Oki then! looking forward to more! hehe.

 

[Shulamite]

I have envisioned this so many times and the ways in which I can convey my reaction are more numerous than I can recount!

He and I already live with one another, even now, as if I was already home with Him.
I would open the door, not feeling a bit out of place or uncomfortable....
I feel no shyness or hesitency.. only yearning and rest and acceptance and thinking to myself, "This is the same ONE I have been singing to, loving and spending every day with for years and years now and seeing Him in body doesn't change what has already been happening between us already.... I have known You so well, my Yeshua, that the only thing LEFT for me to know was what you looked like physically! That's how deep our love has already been."

He'd make eye contact with me, without a word needing to be spoken, it's "understood". He walks through the door, I melt into His arms and He into mine. We forget about food, other people, etc., and cannot take our eyes off of one another. His eyes convey the same yearning, joy and excitement for ME as I do for Him. Our eyes are mirrors of one another. My heart and His reflect one another so well that we cannot tell where His heart begins and mine ends!
We are already so "one" that our being together physically is just the consummation of what we have already had with one another in spirit.

Deep knows deep.... deep hears deep, deep sees deep.......

 

[JPPT1974]

To be honest with you all, I love to cook
But don't know what Jesus would want
Unless I ask Him what He wants.

 

[kisstheson]

The Gratitude of Yeshua ~ From His Viewpoint


Whenever I see her My heart melts. I know she is there standing behind the door but I will not burst through. I wait…I always wait for her to open the door. I am like her, shy, waiting to be asked. What if she does not ask? Who then will make the advance? I would only approach gently and with great tenderness.

Tonight I need not ask. Even before I knock she opens the door to me and bids me with a look to enter. I have the power to behold her through doors and walls, where ever she may be. She is never removed from my vision. Yet when she stands in front of me having opened the door of her own free will, one glance and I must summon all my strength as I realize that I have truly come to her vulnerable. I come without any sign of my majesty or Kingship. I come without royal robes or scepter, and stand before my Bride, barefooted, clothed in a white robe, my head unadorned. Will she accept me like this, without a promise, without a sign, without a miracle? Does she believe? Does she know how much I loved her? Can she notice the tokens of love, (my wounds) the proof of my affection here in plain view, shining in the light of my glory? My heart tells me yes but my Humanity looks with averted eyes and hopes she will cross a new threshold tonight.

I wonder…why is it so difficult? Why do so many within my Bride find it hard to come near me? Why must I always stand at a distance, at arms length as though I am a stranger? I know the answer and the knowledge pains my heart and I am starting to bleed again but then the old wound is met by a kiss! She’s taken hold of my right hand and has kissed my wounded palm. Her gifts of devotion always surprise me. Each time she kisses my wounds and answers my suffering I am always surprised with the sweetest joy! Now I cannot help but smile as she kisses my hand repeatedly and then reaches for the other hand to cover it with tender soft kisses. Without hesitation she slips to the floor and kisses my feet, her lips covering my wounds. Her soft kisses and the press of my feet sinking into the carpet are a far different feel from the rough sharp stones on the path to Golgotha and I am thankful for the blessing Abba has given me. I nearly laugh for joy but Bride is weeping tears of gratitude.

For the first time I speak her name…

 

[HolyHeart]

That's a good question. What would probably happen is this: I'd open the door, my mouth would drop, and I'd stand there frozen. If I did eventually move, I'd fall to my knees, with tears streaming down my face. I'd be shaking and feel so unworthy. But, then I know there'd be so much love shown for me and because of that I'd be crying the whole time.
I'd just be standing there crying and eventually realize I'm still standing in the doorway and hadn't even invited him in. I wouldn't be able to speak, I'd just motion for Him to come in. He'd come in and I'd just be fallowing Him around staring at Him with my mouth haning open and tears streaming down my face.
I wouldn't be able to even think about food or anyone or anything else. All else would just dissappear from my mind and I'd be solely focused on Him. I'd want to just hug him and thank Him for everything, but I'd be too timid and shy to do so. I'd just have to let my heart say what my mouth can not muster up the courage to speak.
I'd just sit there with Him, enjoying His presence, hoping this time together would never end. I'd just be soaking up everything..taking it all in, trying to remember every detail.

 

[kisstheson]

That's a good question. What would probably happen is this: I'd open the door, my mouth would drop, and I'd stand there frozen. If I did eventually move, I'd fall to my knees, with tears streaming down my face. I'd be shaking and feel so unworthy. But, then I know there'd be so much love shown for me and because of that I'd be crying the whole time.
I'd just be standing there crying and eventually realize I'm still standing in the doorway and hadn't even invited him in. I wouldn't be able to speak, I'd just motion for Him to come in. He'd come in and I'd just be fallowing Him around staring at Him with my mouth haning open and tears streaming down my face.
I wouldn't be able to even think about food or anyone or anything else. All else would just dissappear from my mind and I'd be solely focused on Him. I'd want to just hug him and thank Him for everything, but I'd be too timid and shy to do so. I'd just have to let my heart say what my mouth can not muster up the courage to speak.
I'd just sit there with Him, enjoying His presence, hoping this time together would never end. I'd just be soaking up everything..taking it all in, trying to remember every detail.

Thank you Holyheart. I am on the verge of tears. I was blessed by your beautiful sharing.

 

[kisstheson]

I have envisioned this so many times and the ways in which I can convey my reaction are more numerous than I can recount!

He and I already live with one another, even now, as if I was already home with Him.
I would open the door, not feeling a bit out of place or uncomfortable....
I feel no shyness or hesitency.. only yearning and rest and acceptance and thinking to myself, "This is the same ONE I have been singing to, loving and spending every day with for years and years now and seeing Him in body doesn't change what has already been happening between us already.... I have known You so well, my Yeshua, that the only thing LEFT for me to know was what you looked like physically! That's how deep our love has already been."

He'd make eye contact with me, without a word needing to be spoken, it's "understood". He walks through the door, I melt into His arms and He into mine. We forget about food, other people, etc., and cannot take our eyes off of one another. His eyes convey the same yearning, joy and excitement for ME as I do for Him. Our eyes are mirrors of one another. My heart and His reflect one another so well that we cannot tell where His heart begins and mine ends!
We are already so "one" that our being together physically is just the consummation of what we have already had with one another in spirit.

Deep knows deep.... deep hears deep, deep sees deep.......

This is why I always say, for those who practice through grace, intimacy with Jesus, heaven has already begun. Beautiful!

 

[MoNiCa4316]

The Gratitude of Yeshua ~ From His Viewpoint


Whenever I see her My heart melts. I know she is there standing behind the door but I will not burst through. I wait…I always wait for her to open the door. I am like her, shy, waiting to be asked. What if she does not ask? Who then will make the advance? I would only approach gently and with great tenderness.

Tonight I need not ask. Even before I knock she opens the door to me and bids me with a look to enter. I have the power to behold her through doors and walls, where ever she may be. She is never removed from my vision. Yet when she stands in front of me having opened the door of her own free will, one glance and I must summon all my strength as I realize that I have truly come to her vulnerable. I come without any sign of my majesty or Kingship. I come without royal robes or scepter, and stand before my Bride, barefooted, clothed in a white robe, my head unadorned. Will she accept me like this, without a promise, without a sign, without a miracle? Does she believe? Does she know how much I loved her? Can she notice the tokens of love, (my wounds) the proof of my affection here in plain view, shining in the light of my glory? My heart tells me yes but my Humanity looks with averted eyes and hopes she will cross a new threshold tonight.

I wonder…why is it so difficult? Why do so many within my Bride find it hard to come near me? Why must I always stand at a distance, at arms length as though I am a stranger? I know the answer and the knowledge pains my heart and I am starting to bleed again but then the old wound is met by a kiss! She’s taken hold of my right hand and has kissed my wounded palm. Her gifts of devotion always surprise me. Each time she kisses my wounds and answers my suffering I am always surprised with the sweetest joy! Now I cannot help but smile as she kisses my hand repeatedly and then reaches for the other hand to cover it with tender soft kisses. Without hesitation she slips to the floor and kisses my feet, her lips covering my wounds. Her soft kisses and the press of my feet sinking into the carpet are a far different feel from the rough sharp stones on the path to Golgotha and I am thankful for the blessing Abba has given me. I nearly laugh for joy but Bride is weeping tears of gratitude.

For the first time I speak her name…

That was a real blessing to read! I love it!!! Is there more??

oki..I have an idea...I don't really know where I'm going with this...but here goes: (this might get a little personal, but I feel like it's alright to post this..hope so..).

The Bride's Reply (and may God make me such a bride!)

"Whenever I think of You my heart melts. I have never seen You...but if You were to come, I would recognize You immediately. I already know You..for I am Yours Jesus and You are mine. If You were to come with no sign, I shall not ask for any, for the wounds You bear are enough...how precious is Your love for me, how sweet is the knowledge of it! I believe, Lord... I ask You to come near, to not be a stranger any longer...I know that many deny Your love..but I pray that I would not. I so wish that my devotion for You was more certain...that I could say, for sure, that no matter what I would love You...but You know my heart, and You know it is deceitful about all things. I feel like I could give my life for You, but if it came down to it, would I have the strength and the courage? Or would I deny You like Peter? I am so much weaker than Peter. I am so sorry that my love for You is uncertain and feeble, compared to Your great love...but I am holding on to it, and I will do so until You come.

I desire to see You so that as I behold Your beauty, love, and sacrifice, I shall be even more thankful...so that I could show You how much I adore You, and return Your love... would my worship really please You Lord? I am not Your greatest follower... If I kiss Your wounds, would You feel joy? That is what I want Jesus, because I know You have suffered so much...and it breaks my heart that I have caused You pain, and even with that knowledge contain to do so, day after day. Please forgive me!! But in that day when I will see You, the knowledge of my sin would only cause me to feel more gratitude. Then I shall give you truly extravagant worship...I long to do that Lord...I long to kiss Your hands, to sing to You, to make You smile. I want to praise You Jesus, now and always..Your name is so sweet to me, I could speak of You all day long. Would I dare to do all this? Or would I be too shy? Would I be able to speak at all? Even if all I would be able to do is look at You and admire Your loveliness, I know You would understand my heart.

And I know that even my love for You does not come from me...I say all these things by the Spirit of love that lives in me. That is how dependent I am on You, that on my own I am not even able to return Your love.

I love You because You have first loved me...because You have captivated me so, and showed me so much kindness, faithfulness, and grace. How beautiful You are, Lord!

How will it be...when I shall meet You face to face...
and You will look into me, into my very heart, which is now filled with so much darkness, uncertainty, fear, and pride...and You will see all of it, and know me even better than I know myself. And I will slowly raise my head to look into Your eyes, almost afraid to see..disapproval, disappointment, anger?
But see only perfect love looking back.
And at that moment, I shall be complete..fully transformed..I shall be Your beloved, dressed in pure white..perfect and full of grace and righteousness.

I love You Lord Jesus.

The Bride~"

haha...I meant all that I wrote, but I think the Bride turned into Monica in the last paragraph

God bless!

 

[kisstheson]

Absolutely beautiful! I am moved to tears. Thanks so much for this. I know what you shared went straight to His heart.

 

[Shulamite]

This is why I always say, for those who practice through grace, intimacy with Jesus, heaven has already begun. Beautiful!

Yes.. indeed...

Heaven with Him has ALREADY begun. His desires in me are being lived with He and myself here and now. Neither one of us has to wait.
The only thing left for me to know is what He looks like physically. This was my request of Him, that our intimacy be so close that there would be nothing left except to physically see Him... and He has not disappointed me.

 

[MoNiCa4316]

Absolutely beautiful! I am moved to tears. Thanks so much for this. I know what you shared went straight to His heart.

aw thanks!

 

[JPPT1974]

Heaven is already here
Once you accept Christ as Savior & Lord!
That is only just the beginning of your journey!

 

[Amylisa]

"I want to get so close to Him
That it's no big change
On that day that Jesus
Calls my name."

(from the song, "One Day")

YAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will be back later to read all of this thread!

 

[Shulamite]

I asked Him, years ago, to have me know Him so intimately that the ONLY thing left was to know what He looked like physically. He has answered that request because was the very same desire He placed in me from His own desire.


Oh there truly are no boundaries in this love with Him. We truly do have 'ALL things with Him', as the Spirit said through Paul!