My husband, Ted, and I have built two homes. Building a house is a strange combination of excitement and frustration. Those of you who have built houses know exactly what I mean. You watch a wall going up with a smile on your face, and later you realize the dimensions were all wrong. You love the wallpaper you chose, only to have it installed upside down. I could go on and on, but I want to talk about wrong dimensions and things that are upside down in the hearts of the people who live in these homes.
Both Ted and I were raised in homes with families that loved each other. I am so thankful that I am able to say that. Even so, our homes needed to be rebuilt. There were foundation problems. There is a verse that speaks into the problem, Psalm 127:1a. It says, “Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.” Our families needed the firm foundation that only our heavenly Architect could provide. None of us were opposed to God, we just didn’t know much about Him. I remember looking at a big dusty Bible on a chest in my parents’ room. Little did I know that this was a blueprint that contained the very plans of God for our home and our hearts. And little did I know that one day we would all realize it.
God began rebuilding my home once my sister and I were teenagers. My sister went to a retreat where she heard the gospel and brought it home with her. The same thing happened to me a year later. Soon my brother accepted Christ at a retreat that my future husband led. All three of us personally met the Designer of the universe, and we couldn’t help but invite Him into our home to do some work. As the years continued, and conversations and prayers were intentional with our parents, they also placed their lives in the Architect’s hands. A home rebuilt.
Ted’s family has also chosen to build their homes following God’s blueprint. Ted was in high school when he was told he needed Jesus. He knew they were right. So in his friend’s bedroom, Ted knelt down near a bunk bed and told Jesus himself. Ted’s dad, Charlie, would involve the most dramatic transformation many years later. As a 65-year-old retired single man, Charlie was without direction and without joy. On a whim he took a trip to Mexico and he pretty much never came back, until his health required him to. While he was there he discovered a way to feed the poor, and while he fed the poor he discovered Jesus. We all wish we could see the face of Jesus. If you looked at Charlie’s face, you could catch a little glimpse of it. Charlie lived happily in a small cement house in Mexico. A home rebuilt.
Two homes that didn’t know God was in the building business.
Two homes rebuilt by the Master’s hands.