Someone Cares about Your Whole Day

I only have to yell, Dinner! 

My children’s father takes over from there.

Sitting around the table after a long day of school and work, he looks first to our son and says, Tell me what happened in first period.

We all laugh, because we know where this is going. It’s the same every day.

We talk about first period – the funny, boring, embarrassing, frustrating, or discouraging moments of first period. We laugh a lot. My husband gives little bits of encouragement or sympathy or sometimes instruction on how to handle a situation better. Often he builds up where our son has been torn down.

Now tell me what happened in second period, he says.

Now third. 

Now fourth. 

On and on we go, through the minutia of the day.

Then he turns to my daughter.

Tell me about first period, he says to her.

And our mealtime becomes an intimate, nothing’s-too-small, get-into-your-life event.

Jesus is the same kind of dad.

Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.  (Revelation 3:20 NIV)

Jesus wants to draw us from our own busyiness, to a place of intimacy. A place where he is given time to have a face-to-face about every detail of our day.

No matter how alone we feel, Jesus is always at the door.