In the midst of some of our daily journeys we find ourselves reminded of the presence of God in Christ who welcomes us.
We were looking forward to moving house, but getting ready was something else! The boxes were all packed. We had some of them clearly marked, but as the day got nearer, things got bunged in. The lorry arrived, and our possessions were loaded. We got to the new house a few minutes ahead of the lorry. Then the unloading began! Piles of boxes in the wrong places, and furniture in the wrong rooms. Where was the bed linen? Where were the castors for the bed? Was the electricity on?
We arrived in chaos, in a new area, knowing no one. We arrived in someone else's neighbourhood, and someone left freshly baked bread on our doorstep; someone else brought us stew. We were welcomed, included, by the love of an anonymous person. Peterson's version of John's gospel tells us:
- The Word became flesh and blood,
- and moved into our neighbourhood.
- – (John 1:14 MSG)
Jesus has moved into our neighbourhood, into our humanity. He got a mixed welcome and he still does. It is strange to think that he has journeyed into our neighbourhood to welcome us!
Prayer: Father we thank you that through Christ Jesus you welcome us. Amen.