Several years ago I came across this verse in Mark…
“And again He entered into Capernaum, after some days; and it was noised that He was in the house.” (KJV)
I was immediately struck by the second portion of this verse, specifically the word noised.
I decided to dig further and grabbed my go to Bible Commentary to discover what light Pastor Jon Courson would shed on Mark 2:1.
The words that were written on this page pierced my heart as I realized that I wanted others to know that Jesus lives in our home. I don’t want to have to use words to tell our friends, neighbors and family who cross our threshold whom we serve, I desire for them to hear Him as they enter in.
What “noise” do others hear as they approach our door? Do they hear Jesus? Would they know whom we serve? Who the master of our home is?
For the last few years this verse would come to mind often, especially when I needed a reminder about my tongue and how I was using it. Were my words gentle, loving, grace-filled, compassionate…or were they harsh, critical, unforgiving, impatient?
At church recently each family received an Easter activity kit. We opened ours this past weekend to begin participating during this, the Holy Week.
Leading up to Good Friday and Easter we will be using these items to demonstrate our need for Jesus and to thank Him for His work on the cross. As our sins become apparent we are encouraged to come before the Lord with a repentant heart, write our struggles on a confession card and attach it to the grapevine wreath piercing it with a toothpick, leaving our sins with the Lord. As we attach these papers, which represent our sin, not only does it signify that our sins are to be left with the Lord, but it also signifies that these pierced sins made it necessary for Jesus to be crucified.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
Talking with a friend this week I was once again reminded of Mark 2:1 and I thought of what I wrote on a confession paper this weekend and left with Jesus, as I asked for forgiveness, and attached it to our family wreath.
“Lord, help me to speak kindly to Andy and the kids.”
My words are a struggle. I misuse them all the time. But, I realize that it’s more than just wishing or hoping to do better. It’s more than having all of the best intentions in the world, or just considering that today is a new day, a fresh start. I can’t just read a book on taming the tongue or make a list of the ways I’m going to do better. No. What I need is for God to do a transforming work in my heart. I don’t want to just make space for God in my heart, I desire for Him to own my heart, to fill it completely so that as I speak, His mercy and love for others shines through, and His grace filled words permeate our home.
This transforming work will only be done through Him.
So the next time you stop by, I pray that it is “heard that He is in our home.” (NKJV)
And I hope that you will stay and visit and that our words bring glory and honor to Him.