“This home is a reflection of how I feel inside.”
That ten word sentence was more revealing to me than anything else I had ever heard from someone I had interacted with as a cop. I had been to her house often within a short period of time, and each subsequent visit was like watching a jet liner tailspin closer to the ground. Their family was crumbing like a dried out cookie.
The house at one point was beautiful. Nestled on top of a hill and shrouded with trees it was the definition of exurban living. The house had three levels and only of them would have been enough space for the family to live comfortably. Now, giant holes were in the ceiling, dishes were spread throughout the house, food was everywhere and dog feces could be seen and smelled throughout the house.
The woman had let her house go because her family had gone. Some of her children had been removed and placed in foster care, her husband had left her and told her to die. Indeed she was dying as cancer was quickly spreading through her body. I imagine that at one time they had moved into that beautiful house with the hope of a happy family and enjoyable living. What resulted was a destruction of sin that worked its way from the inside, out. I did what I was there to do as a cop, but left with a heart as heavy as concrete.
The outside of a house is no indicator of the inside of a soul. I pray that I would, as a Christian, never back off from getting into people’s lives with the gospel. May I only grow in my boldness, tenacity and determination in doing so. At times it is discouraging because change is not visible. Yet our hope is in God and may I not underestimate the gospel’s power to change a heart in an instant. This is our calling as Christians- love your neighbor as yourself. Let us fight against the inclination to be a hermit!
“Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word.” II Thess. 2:16-17