Is my worship routine? Is my devotion routine?

As I read Luke 7:36ff, I ask some tough questions of myself. Do I just expect Jesus to be “in my house?”

“Well, of course Jesus is in my house! I’m his ‘choice servant’!”

So, I just sit down with Jesus and get into a conversation. Maybe it’s even a “theological discussion” so I sound more important. Maybe I ponder a text, possibly diving into the Greek or Hebrew, so I can look into the grammatical, historical-cultural structure and come up with some plausible new idea to impress my friends — uh, I mean Jesus — with.

Maybe Jesus is in the house and I’m yawning just to stay awake. It’s been a long day. It’s going to be a tough day tomorrow. Jesus understands…

Does my worship treat Jesus as routine?

Here comes this woman. A known sinner. How in the world did she get in, anyway?

And she lavishes all this sick emotion on Jesus. It just looks foolish. Tears. Hair. Wiping up the junk off Jesus’ feet. Just nasty!

But her attitude is so different.

I say, “Jesus is in my house.”

She says with her attitude, “JESUS IS IN THE HOUSE!!!”

When Jesus is in the house, it is NOT routine. Maybe I don’t care if other men get water to wash their crusty feet. But I should at least care for JESUS and his condition as he comes in!

Sunday worship. Tuesday morning prayer. Is my worship routine? Am I yawning to stay awake… or does something break through and shout within me, “JESUS IS IN THE HOUSE!”