Bulldozed

“Someone should bulldoze that house,” Will said.

It was around the corner from where I lived. I owned it at one time. So I knew Will’s suggestion wasn’t a reflection on the house’s quality.

A few years earlier we stood near the same spot. That day Will said, “The Kedler’s are dead.” I already knew. Our words were few that day.

The Kedler’s had been long time residents of the house. Will’s next-door neighbors and friends. After they moved out their oldest son killed his mom, dad, and little brother. And then himself.
A few years later the next owner accidentally ran over his wife in the garage; killing her.

I thought, “Maybe Will’s right.” Because now the house had witnessed another tragedy; its newest owner had committed suicide.

I felt a lot more like crying than bulldozing. But, is either one a solution? More important—how do we keep tragedy from our own homes? To some degree, this is part of our earthly journey.

The Bible tells us: “For every house is built by someone, but He who built all is God.” This God- built-everything truth must be bulldozed into our hearts. Essential to know, to believe, and to tenaciously live by.

Then we open the door to God’s protection. Psalm 91 concurs: “…the LORD who is my refuge…then no harm will befall you…He will command His angels…to guard you in all your ways…”

We open the door for the Holy Spirit to reside inside us. He will warn us when temptations contrary to God’s ways arise. Actions which could lead to a wasteland of calamity.

We open the door for Jesus; allowing His death on the cross to continually be a combative force against sin and evil.

What door are you opening? Who will be the builder of your house?