Last Christmas Eve, as I was making a trifle, I asked God, “Should I make one layer or two layers of pound cake?”
And I felt like he said, “I really like it when you invite me into the smallest details. I love you and want to be fully involved in your life. There are no boundaries between you and me. I love when you invite me in everywhere, and it hurts when people think I’m too busy to be involved in the details of their lives.”
What a thought. The eternal, invisible, ever-present, all-wise, powerful-beyond-all-human-imagination God wants to be invited into our everyday, walking-around, making-dessert lives.
He wants our attention. He wants us to ask him for wisdom. He wants to sit with us and hear about our day. He wants us to depend on him for the smallest kind of help.
Jesus, God made flesh, dwelt among us in first-century Palestine. He involved himself in wine-making to celebrate the wedding at Cana. He walked along the trail with his friends, talking of everyday objects and activities. He is not a far-off God. He is as near as we want him to be. He hurts when we think he’s too busy for us.
Oh, and I don’t remember how many layers he said to do. Maybe that didn’t matter.
Jesus, we don’t want to hurt you. Please help us remember to invite you in, everywhere.