I had quite a unique sighting yesterday. My parents and I were driving back from the local grocery store and right along the main street in town I saw a lovely large bird. It was a sleek swan. Unfortunately, its feathers were merely rubber, and its insides were made of air. This large pool toy was floating in the above-ground pool display at the local pool store. I’ve driven past this store, obviously a renovated small house, for most of my life, but never had a reason to go inside. I looked through the windows and could only see the products standing right next to the windows. For some reason, I thought, “I’ve never been in that building. There are a lot of places in town that I know exactly where they are, exactly what kind of stuff is inside, but I’ve never actually seen inside.”
This past month it was time for my cats to get their annual shots so I made an appointment at a local vet clinic, again a renovated house on the main street. The outside is painted a dark green with warm cream trim and has an inviting wrap-around porch. I was quite surprised to open the door and find clean white walls; a tall-ceilinged, light-filled waiting room; lovely light grey tile floors; and stainless steel counters. Not at all what I expected from the outside, but a welcome look for a vet clinic.
I’m not sure why I suddenly became intrigued by these familiar buildings that, in reality, are unknown to me, but it made me think of the way that we tend to have hidden nooks and crannies in our hearts that we may let God have a peek at while we show Him around the rest of place, but we never let Him all the way in. That would be like saying my heart is an office or restaurant where God is a regular patron, but He never gets to go into the storage room or kitchen. My heart is supposed to be God’s house. He should know it the same way I know where to step in the hall to avoid squeaking the floor in the middle of the night. God should know His way around like that. We should be joint inhabitants of my heart-house, rather than host and Guest.
There are verses in the Bible that talk about our hearts being God’s home, the “temple of the Holy Spirit” (I Corinthians 6:19). As God often does, He gave me this thought yesterday, and in today’s message at church, the pastor used one of the verses these thoughts brought to mind.
“Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me, and know my anxieties; Psalms 139:23
David, the man who wrote this verse, known as a man after God’s own heart, knew that God already knew everything about him and was not afraid to have God search every hidden corner of his heart. Despite the fact that David was human and sinned as all humans do, he knew that trying to kick God out of His home would only make everything worse.