Children in a field farmed communally by a cooperative group of war widows
Come and See – John 1:35-53
It’s so simple, really, this call from Jesus, a passing comment, almost, as if it were just another day, just another moment of time not much different from the one before, or the one after; which, of course, is exactly that. Another moment in time.
“What do you want?” he says. “Where do you stay?” they respond. So, he simply invites, “Come and see.”
As if Jesus is just around the corner, down the street, next door, just a short walk between friends. Come and see, the response that solicits the whole of who we are, full body movement to meet the one who dwells not “up there” but out there, in our world. Come and see, here in the grittiest of places, here where lice bite and flys sting, here surrounded by the dung of the earth, here in the muck and the pain of the world. Come and see, in adobe huts and by cooking fires. Come and see in broken down houses and shattered lives. Come and see in a social position of the poor in the anonymoty of the nobodies.
Thank you Lord, for inviting me on the road. Come and see.