Advent came early this year, right along with Thanksgiving. I like when that happens. The tree’s up, the Perch decorated and it’s still November. Frenzy’s lost it’s foothold. For now, calm carries the day. It’s one of the carryovers from Covid’s lock downs, learning what I can live without. Life’s always been more about Who than What, but sometimes I forget or behave like I’m clueless.
Today Dean Robert reminded me it’s Saint Andrew’s Day. I always liked him. He’s the one who noticed the small boy with two fish and five loaves, who gave what he had to Jesus and watched wide-eyed as Jesus fed thousands from his lunch. He hoped to see Jesus. But Andrew saw him first and brought him to Jesus. I like that about Andrew, aware of those outside life’s fences, lost in crowds, marginalized. By day’s end the boy left with more than his fill of fish and bread and the sight of Jesus. But, I suspect, after he got home, he couldn’t stop talking about Andrew who brought him to Jesus, how Jesus made a miracle from the fish and bread. Then added, “Mama, Jesus knows my name and we’re friends. He told me to thank you for the lunch.”
Well, the Bible doesn’t say all that but it fits the Jesus I know.
We need more Andrews and Andreas who notice seekers and frantic folks, then find ways to help us weave through our crowded lives and messes to make it to Jesus.
And so today I’m singing,
“Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee.”
And, believe it or not, Jesus still comes and blesses whatever we offer to him.
‘Look! Here I stand at the door and knock. If you hear me calling and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal as friends.'(Revelation 3:20, NLT)
Come in, Jesus.
How about lunch?
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