I remember, when I was much younger, seeing some show on TV that showed people snooping through other people’s medicine cabinets. I can’t recall any details of the show but it involved someone getting mad at someone for looking inside their medicine cabinet.
Then, of course, they looked in someone else’s medicine cabinet and thought it was fine.
Well, I got the idea that looking in medicine cabinets must be the thing to do. So I started snooping around in them. Usually there was toothpaste, toothbrushes, hair spray, combs, bobby pins and hemorrhoid cream.
I didn’t understand what all the to do about looking into the medicine cabinet was all about and lost interest.
Still, if I have company over and they are in the bathroom a little too long, I get uncomfortable thinking they may be in there snooping through the medicine cabinet.
See, when I invite someone over, they are welcome everywhere, except my basement (which is an embarrassing mess), my closets and my medicine cabinets.
I don’t even want my mom going through the medicine cabinet even though there is nothing in there that I am trying to hide. ‘
They are places that I put things that I want to remain out of sight.
Judge me by my living room, my kitchen, my hallway, even the laundry room but don’t just me by my basement, closets or medicine cabinets.
I really don’t think it hurts a thing to keep certain parts of the house off limits to guests or even family. After all, if my dad was to fall and break a hip in my basement trying to climb Mt. Mess, I’d feel real, real bad.
But what if I made that space welcoming for him, or at least make it a safe place.
I can remember, long ago, inviting God into my life. He was welcome in the living room, kitchen and a few other select places.
But he wasn’t welcome in my medicine cabinet.
That’s where I hid all of my self-medication, my drug abuse, my depression, my lust, my hate and all the things I used to cope with life.
I kept the basement off limits, the place where I stored all my baggage, my guilt, my hurts. No, God couldn’t go there.
I kept the closets off limits, where I stored my regret, my failures, my memories of missed opportunities and my fear.
Those places were flowing over with so much trash and refuse and there was just no room for God.
I wasn’t very happy with the God I was “serving”.
That’s because I wasn’t serving God at all, I was asking him to be a part of my life but not to be my life. I wanted to hoard all those things that I hid from him.
Hiding things from God is painful. When he is invited in, he doesn’t stop going into the basement and bringing something up from the dark into the light, no matter how hard I protest.
He doesn’t stop scrounging around the floor of the closet pulling out the things from the past that I continue to let defeat me. He digs them out and sometimes I kick and scream all the way to the garbage can, dragging them back out of the stench to hide them away again.
He keeps coming out of the bathroom carrying something from the medicine cabinet insisting I don’t need that anymore.
It hurts until I decide that is where he should be, until I decide that is what I need and I decide to go into those places with him and work in cooperation with a God that has been trying to make my life better.
Ephesians 3:18 And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.
When God walked into my life. I didn’t understand. I thought he was limited, that there were only a few places for him, that he could only go so far.
But now I understand that I cannot understand how great, how high, how long, how high and how deep his love is. It is more than enough to go to those off limits places and make order out of chaos, holiness from blasphemy and truth from heresy.
The one with no limits must be welcomed into my off limits places.
Welcome to my medicine cabinet.