In the Living Room

Let me give you a glimpse into our living room.

Right now, there's a book opened upside down on the floor with gnaw marks from our 8-month-old. I can see an unfinished coloring sheet. A plastic toy purse on the couch. Balloons still somewhat inflated from a birthday party two weeks ago. A sock.

Our living room is the best room in the house. All these random things are little evidences that a family of five dwells together here. We share this space and call it home. It’s one of our favorite places in the world.

Our living room reminds me of the Gospel of Jesus.

The Bible says God has an adopting love for you and me (Ephesians 1:4-5). He chooses us and bring us to Himself. I'm moved from the dark alley of my sin into His living room.

I did nothing to deserve to be in this room. I’m broken and messy; I’m a rebellious outcast. But because of the work of Jesus – forsaken by God on the cross for my sin – God accepts me. The front door of grace is open wide.

And even more, I’m not a guest. I’m not a distant relative or a short-term tenant. No, I’ve got a spot on the couch and a room down the hallway. The Gospel makes me full family.

The apostle Paul says it like this: "So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are...members of the household of God" (Ephesians 2:19). We are sons and daughters of Holy God – co-heirs with Jesus.

Through the Gospel, God has forgiven my sin and given me personal access to Himself. A place of rest. A place of joy. A place of honesty. A place of love.

A place a lot like a living room. The best room in the house. It’s Good, Good News.

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