The Joey Chronicles – Hebrews 3:1-4 / Jesus is the Head of the House
When Pastor John was growing up he had an imaginary friend name Joey.
These are growing up stories told from Joey’s point of view!
“Son, Mom and I are going away for the weekend. And we think you are old enough to take care of your sister and watch the house for us.”
“You mean – no babysitter?”
Joey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t mind a babysitter but it was getting embarrassing now that he was in junior high school.
“We are leaving in twenty minutes and we’ll be back Sunday afternoon about 4:00.”
Friday night to Sunday. Joey suddenly felt grown up, like the man of the house.
Mom bustled into the kitchen and handed Joey their phone number.
“Joey, there are frozen dinners in freezer, you have Cheerios for breakfast and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. The Blesses are expecting both of you to come over tomorrow afternoon and play and Mrs. Blesse is fixing dinner for you. And they will be picking you up for church on Sunday morning.”
“Remember to feed the dog and the goldfish. And turn on the sprinklers in the morning before it gets hot.”
“Yes, Mom. And Mom, I will do a good job taking care of everything, OK?”
Mom looked at Joey with pride in her eyes and said, “I know you will Joey.”
After their car pulled away Joey and Kathy looked at each other and yelled “Hooray!” Kathy turned on the TV while Joey pulled a chair into the kitchen. He knew where Mom hid the red licorice on the top shelf.
Joey was the perfect man of the house Friday and Saturday with only one strategic error.
As the sun went down Friday evening he and his sister watched "The Twilight Zone." It was the story about a funny looking man on the wing of a high-flying airplane who kept trying to wreck the engine and nobody could see him except…
Joey quit thinking about it. They shouldn’t have watched that scary show. They stayed in the family room with the lights on and tried to sleep on the floor with blankets until they calmed down enough to go to bed.
Things were going so well that Joey thought to himself, “This is my house now. I can help Dad take care of it and I can watch Mom and Kathy and everyone will see that I am grown up enough to be in charge. I won’t have to get permission for my friends to come over and play Monopoly, I will take care of the yard myself, and Mom will bring me lemonade when I’m working in the hot sun just like she does for Dad.”
That is what he was thinking – up until Sunday afternoon.
After church Mr. Blesse brought them home and Joey went to the freezer and got out two frozen chicken dinners with mashed potatoes and green beans. Mom had told him to warm them up in the oven and he remembered how long that took on Friday night.
To save time he thought he would put them in their new microwave oven. He took off the paper wrapping and slit holes in the aluminum foil. He set the microwave for 5 minutes and waited.
Did you know that it is not a good idea to put aluminum foil in the microwave?
In fact, it’s a terrible idea.
Your house could burn down.
By the time Joey smelled the smoke the microwave was in flames and smoke was filling the house. Kathy ran to the neighbors who called the fire department while Joey threw cups of water onto the microwave until a neighbor pulled him outside.
Soon there were three fire trucks, an ambulance, and two police cars in the street and the whole neighborhood was watching.
Three firemen rushed in with a hose and spent what seemed like hours in the house before reappearing in the doorway. As they approached the street one of them said in a loud voice, “Who is the owner of this house?”
Joey was hiding behind Mr. Blesse when he heard a voice say, “I am.”
Joey watched his Dad push through the crowd and begin talking to the fireman. Mom and Kathy came over and they held each other until the firemen, trucks, ambulance, police cars, neighbors, dogs and cats began to go home.
“Dad, I’m so sorry.”
“I know, son.”
“I tried to make dinner go faster and everything caught fire, and…”
“Joey, the fire captain told me that they didn’t have to use the fire hose in the kitchen –you had pretty much put out the fire by the time they arrived. There is a lot of smoke damage, and we will need a new microwave but everything is going to be okay.”
“Son, I’m proud of you for putting out the fire.”
“Dad, I don’t ever want to be the head of the house again – that’s your job.”
When it comes to the house of God many men have been leaders but there is only one Builder. There is only one Head of the House – and that is Jesus Himself.
Sometimes we think we are in charge but it always has been and always will be Jesus.
Hebrews 3:11 says, “But Christ is faithful as the Son over God’s house. And we are his house, if indeed we hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory.”