Am I making room for Jesus?

While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.~Luke 2:6-7

Jesus was born in a manger; a barn with animals.  No one bothered to give us their beds for a pregnant woman about to give birth?  There was no one willing to be uncomfortable for the sake of another?  So easy to point the finger, by my thumb points back at myself.  This question boomerangs back to me.  Am I making room for Jesus?  Am I willing to be uncomfortable so that the needs of others can be met?

I would love for my answer to be a resounding yes, but that would be untrue.  Sure I love Jesus and He stands at the center of my heart, but loving Jesus also means that I am loving my fellow man.  It means I am making room for others to be invited into my space to fellowship and grow in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

This will require me to make room for differences in personalities, cultures, and experiences.  I need to seek to make those whom I don’t know yet and may be some I know “too well” feel welcomed. I am going to have to clean out some of my rooms built on traditions, rooms filed with attitudes of it “must be done my way”, and throw away the hurts of the past.  I am going to have to get up and open the door of my heart wider so that Jesus can take up every nook and cranny.  I have to make room for Jesus because He does not belong on the outside.  

Father I thank You that for your humility and grace.  May I follow after You and be humble.  May I make room for others, embrace love, and give love.  I don’t want to shut You or those you send out.  In Jesus name. Amen