Our 5-year old granddaughter, Raegan, invited Anita and I to stay at her house last night for a sleepover. We replied that there weren’t enough beds in their house. She replied, “Well, Grandma could sleep on the couch and Grandpa could sleep in the bed with Mommy and Daddy.” I don’t think so.

I appreciate how she’s trying to arrange things, but that won’t quite work. But, how nice it would be if all of us would invite Jesus over for a sleepover. Could we find room in the Inn for Him? Would we set aside our own busyness to be a host to our guest? Could we share our real lives with Him, or would we need to clean up a bit first; hide a few things first?

Maybe He’s just waiting for the invitation: Just as I am; Without one plea; but that Your blood was shed for me.