Come for Leftovers.

Come.

Come back to the table.

Lets talk.

Leftover hopes.

Leftover people.

There’s much left to be talked through, wept over, listened to, cared about.

Not false starts at communication through social media or anonymous letters.

Face to face, looking into the eyes of ones we say we despise, fear or distrust; then, speaking words, listening and taking responsibility.

There’s a lot of anger, fear and distrust in our country, our workplaces, our homes.

This is our chance to do better.

To learn.

We’ve been the envy of much of the world with our peaceful transfer of power from one president to another.

But what about the transfer of anger, fear and distrust that’ve fed this election process on both sides? Where will it go?

How to heal the divide, to cooperate, make changes for the common good?

How to reach in peace and work respectfully with other countries, with people who are different?

In the months before Jud died, our family and friends, by his example, held reality and hope in tension.

Jud’s life and words funneled down to its essence, “Follow Jesus.”

Jesus.

Never the kind of King folks wanted as their Messiah.

Humble.

Not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but manger straw.

Hung out with sinners.

Stood for leftover people.

Walked or rode a donkey.

Life, never about Him but Life came and continues to come through Him.

Real Life.

So, what would Jesus do, besides never wear a bracelet with WWJD on it?

Stay at the table.

Add more leaves and chairs.

Forgive.

Show mercy.

Listen.

Heal.

Feed.

Touch the leper hiding within.

Call us by name, not names.

Love, anyway.

Then imbue us with His Love so potent, as to change the world.

Love can.

Where to start?

Follow Jesus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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