“Hey, got any peanuts?” Charlie asked. “How about them Cubs, huh?”
Sean dropped his lunchbox on the floor. “Charlie, why don’t you go home?”
“Your TV is better than mine,” Charlie said. “And you got plenty of Coke in the fridge.” He leaned toward Sean and winked. “And, remember, I own this place.”
Sean lost entire meals to his landlord, who especially liked cold pizza in the afternoon while Sean was at work. Finally, it was enough. The apartment wasn’t that wonderful and Sean moved on.
He found another apartment on the other side of town. It was closer to work and had a nicer kitchen besides. His neighbors were nicer and, to top it off, Charlie didn’t own the place.
So Sean was shocked one night when, after work, he found Charlie sitting in the living room, feet up on the coffee table, watching a baseball game and drinking a cola out of the refrigerator.
“Hey, got any peanuts?” Charlie asked.
“Charlie, go home.”
“You wound me,” Charlie said. “I thought we were friends. Remember how many times I’ve visited your place.”
“This isn’t your place anymore. Go away.”
Charlie raised a big fuss but he left, because he no longer had any authority there. Sean was right: he didn’t own this new home.
Remember Sean's story the next time you’re feeling a little down. Who owns your spiritual home? And who are you allowing in?
So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!
2 Cor 5:17