Make Our Home

Jesus said, “I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.” Judas (not Iscariot) said to him, “Lord, how is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?” Jesus answered him, “Those who love me will keep my word, and my Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. Whoever does not love me does not keep my words; and the word that you hear is not mine, but is from the Father who sent me.

“I have said these things to you while I am still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I am coming to you.’ If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you this before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe. I will no longer talk much with you, for the ruler of this world is coming. He has no power over me; but I do as the Father has commanded me, so that the world may know that I love the Father. Rise, let us be on our way.” John 14:18-31

Make Our Home

Just a small and humble dwelling
hidden from the raging world
our simple table set with food
we welcome the holy guests.

This raged place we call home
echoes with the laughter of children
the night weeping of the bereaved
whispers the love that truly abides.

The Divine seeks shelter with us
as broken and as feeble as we are
knits together again our hearts
when we can feel only shame.

Love comes to dwell on dark alleys
in small cramped spaces we share
abiding in the hungry splintered pallets
and with the comfortable at ease.

When we love, we love with God
we sing the songs of welcome
the world might see a broken place
yet we will know it as completed in love.