This Tiny House

For now we see a mirror, dimly, but then face to face.  Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. --[1 Corinthians 13:12]


i sure would like to meet a man holding a pitcher of water and follow him in a house.  A tiny house where all the world has forgotten about the Trinity or have totally disregarded Them, where i get the chance to have my feet washed and where i can wash the feet of this man who's led me to this tiny house, which is great,: yet, compared to eternity, this tiny house doesn't fulfill anything unless occupied by the Holy Spirit.  i could never be lonely in my tiny house because God, who everyone else seems to be forgetting, is with me along with His Son; and, in case i become so immersed in worldly things like most of us are, the Holy Ghost is always in there to remind me about the other Two.

And there could never be any dispute among whom i am dwelling about which one of us is the greatest and should be sitting alongside the Father at His throne.  [Luke 22:24].  In my tiny house i'll always know Who's the greatest and they will plot to kill me just like they killed Lazarus after Jesus brought him back from the grave.  Nobody will listen to the likes of me, nobody wants to look beyond the wickedness at the tips of their noses, not with all the money they can make and all the activities they can carry on without conscience or accountability.  i know.  i was one of them.  Yet Jesus loves me and He will until the end. 

And wile i attempt to sleep in the wee small hours of the morning, the devil or his demons attempt to put into my heart to betray my Lord, like Judas did, and remove Him from my tiny house.  If I can't acknowledge that Jesus is willing to wash my feet, then i can be no part of Him.  i need to be completely clean, and so does this tiny house.  

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