Follow Me

Jesus went out again beside the sea; the whole crowd gathered around him, and he taught them. As he was walking along, he saw Levi son of Alphaeus sitting at the tax booth, and he said to him, “Follow me.” And he got up and followed him. And as he sat at dinner in Levi’s house, many tax collectors and sinners were also sitting with Jesus and his disciples—for there were many who followed him. When the scribes of the Pharisees saw that he was eating with sinners and tax collectors, they said to his disciples, “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” When Jesus heard this, he said to them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick; I have come to call not the righteous but sinners.” Mark 2:13-17

Follow Me

We are more tax collector than saint
more leper and lame than perfect athlete
more shattered and easily misguided
than we are righteous and holy followers.

Called to a movement and to get on the road
out into the very broken world of sorrow
that mimics our hidden and tearful shame
bringing light to universal ache for love.

We are to follow the one who carried a cross
who totes our burdens and baggage with ease
who dispels our shame and myriad failures
making our hands instruments of light.

Come follow me is said to each and everyone
the courageous leaders and meek shy introverts
we are on the way, companions in the struggle
led by love and compassion yet to come.