Invasion

It was late in the evening in 1985 when I heard a blood-curdling scream from the den.  I came running in to see who had been killed.  My dear wife was standing on the couch, obviously terrified.  In a distraught voice she hissed, “I just saw a mouse over there!”  And she pointed.  I moved a laundry basket, a sewing basket, and saw the tiniest little mouse make for the closet.  Kathy screamed, I grabbed a history book (a big one), and threw it pinning the mouse.  Then I stepped on the book just for good measure before looking underneath.  I was victorious!  That little varmint was dead, dead.  But my wife was only slightly relieved.  She gasped, “Get that thing out of my house!  Git!  Git!  Git!”  And I did.  Hey, our homes are invaded by much worse than a mouse every night on the TV.  Our computers are invaded by so much filth that it would make a mouse sick.  Our minds are invaded by vulgar lyrics from the music blaring from the tricked-out car beside us at the traffic light.  Hey, we need the good Lord to invade our minds, invade our homes, and invade our country!  David said in Psalm 127:1&2, “Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it … It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows ...”  A mouse is not nearly as dangerous as wickedness in our homes (although my wife may disagree with me).  Hey, we need to let God be in control of our homes.  Let’s let Jesus invade our lives, not selfishness, greed, and anger.  Let the Creator of the universe have His rightful place in our country!  Let God invade us!