Remember being the new kid? So uncomfortable – lonely. Wondering if we will ever fit in.
I’ve thought long and hard about borders. Volleying back in forth – thoughts like how can we sustain this and what can we do to help. Then I thought about putting a face to the throng flowing in. The face of Jesus.
Jesus was the new kid once. His grandparents, extended family, neighbors so certain His mother had been promiscuous. Then God – speaking comfort to Mary’s heart, speaking encouragement to Joseph. Confirming to Jesus as an adult: “This is My Son, whom I love; with Him I am well pleased. Listen to Him!” (Matthew 17:5b NIV)
Listening for the Holy Spirit to show me the way. The faces searching mine for acceptance are His image bearers. Oh yes, may be some bad guys intermingled, may be wrong motives for making the trek. Jesus’ last words on earth “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19a NIV) The nations are coming to us. Are we listening to Him?
These are hard issues to make sense of. Could a bit more concern for being ‘the shining light on a hill’ to a searching soul make a big difference?
The world is watching – our children and grandchildren are watching. Are we telling God He doesn’t have enough resources? Are we saying no to those last words?
Comfort has become the American king. For all our chants of ‘founding fathers’ and ‘independence’ – perhaps we have forgotten that freedom to worship God – who created every human around the world – was the real freedom so dearly desired. Maybe it’s time for us to realize that the harvest is ripe. Will we be His workers?
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