“... be the palace”
Think
If I were a house. What kind of house would I be?
How much work do I put into - home improvement?
Is my house good or just good… enough?
Are my home-improvements mostly cosmetic?
God wants to tear it down, and build a palace in its place: How do I feel about that?
Do I think God wants me to be unique, or the same?
Do I think God wants to change me into something I don’t want to be?
Who can do a better job at rebuilding: me or infinite wisdom?
Do I believe in… super natural forces that can help perfect me (grace)?
What is one wall that I put up, that really has to go?
What is some (behavior) that I’m really attached to, that I know has to go?
Whose best interests do I think the God has in mind: mine or his?
Would I trust the God of the universe with my stuff?
If I was a house, would I bring up the property value of the neighborhood… or bring it down?
So God wants to “move in” to my house. Hmm… How do I feel about this??
Who, or what, have I already let move in, that I should probably kick out.
Thought
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of - throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
