Come

The statue rests at the confluence of three rivers in Pittsburgh. The sculpture’s of a kind and gentle man, neither a saint, as usually defined, nor a war hero, just a good man. We know him as Mr. Rogers, who for decades through PBS, invited us to be his neighbor.

The sculptor didn’t shape a towering replica of the man so all who passed by would need to look up to him. Mr. Roger’s is seated, one leg resting across the other as he simply ties his shoe, while smiling and looking into the eyes of any who come to visit.

Pennsylvania’s Governor, Tom Wolf, “encouraged all Pennsylvanians to show acts of kindness today in honor of Fred Rogers” Sometimes, I wonder, if the kindest act isn’t simply to come when called.

Yesterday we wrapped up our year of studying Matthew in Community Bible Study. Jesus often sat to teach and tend folks. Seemed like one of his favorite words was,”Come.”

Come follow me.

Come and learn.

Come, lets eat.

Let the children come.

“Are you tired?… Come to me…learn the unforced rhythm of Grace.” (from the last two verses of Matthew 11 in The Message).

During much of 2014, Jud was home. Life returned to some kind of normal. One evening while I prepared dinner, Jud called to me from the living room where he’d been reading and resting.

I said, “In a minute, Hon, I’m fixing dinner.”

After a while, Jud called again, “Come sit by me.”

“Soon. I’m almost finished.”

Then I heard, “Jan, all I want is you.”

My heart broke.

Still does.

Every now and then, I sense Jesus calling while I work at life.

“Come.”

“Sit by me.”

“All I want is you.”

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