About three years ago I had a most unusual dream. In this dream I was a proud owner of a huge modern style house, most probably a mansion or a nice spacious villa. Whatever it was it looked absolutely good inside. Well, the building was really big unlike my actual dwelling at that time. And in this MAGNIFICENT house I had a most MAGNIFICENT visitor too. Jesus Himself came for a visit. Can you imagine that? Wow, I felt privileged, honoured and really proud. I was the lucky one Jesus wished to visit in person. So, extremely delighted, I was showing Him all the rooms of the house . We moved from one room to another and I seemed to be concentrated more on the beauty of the rooms than on the Visitor.I wanted to make a really good impression on Him with all the things I owned there. And there were plenty of them. All of them MAGNIFICENT!!!We came close to the stairway. Suddenly my Visitor insisted that he wanted to see the basement of my house.We started walking down when I became upset. Suddenly I knew that this most incredible house had a most uninteresting bottom. The basement of my house looked grey, empty, also unfinished but at some areas- extremely untidy! I was ashamed to show my visitor such an ugly place. But He insisted. He did want to go there. Why did He demand to see the place I had nothing to boast about??? I was really depressed and the dream finished here or at least I do not remember anything else.
I kept thinking about this dream for months to come.Soon I realised that the house symbolised my soul and Jesus did not want to see my good as much as my misery,evil and sin and all the areas of my life where there was still no room for Him.
I have nothing to boast about. All the MAGNIFICENT goods in the house and all its beauty are entirely His. Those are His gifts, His possessions only rent to me for some time. Actually He is also the owner of the place. How stupid of me it was to be boasting about His gifts. Any beauty of a soul is His work,His achievement and His success and ALL the glory should go to Him. Mine is only the basement of the soul. The basement, where Jesus still needs to be invited. Jesus wants to save me from my own sin, evil and dirt, my hurt pride and egoism, all my bitterness and hatred over and over again.
I am not afraid to invite Jesus into the basement of my soul anymore!!!
At least I know I do need Him there.
