“Now go out to the street corners and invite everyone you see.” So the servants brought in everyone they could find, good and bad alike, and the banquet hall was filled with guests. (Matthew 22:9-10)
Relate: I can’t stand the suburbs. Sorry if that is where you live, but it is just not for me. My heart is for cities. I love the noise, and the sights, and the food, and most of all the people. I also enjoy the great outdoors. Although I have found country living isn’t my thing, I do enjoy going out to the countryside for visits and vacations. There is something beautiful about being out there somewhere where the nearest neighbor is a half mile away and a stroll through the back yard really means a three day hike through the woods.
What I cannot stand is the suburbs. I don’t like the sameness of every single house. I don’t like how, if Mr Jones goes out to wash his car (or mow the lawn, or…) every single other man on the block will be out there within the next eight hours doing the same. We can’t let his car be cleaner, or lawn trimmer, than ours. In my opinion, there is one adequate answer to the question, “What will the neighbors think?” That answer is: “Who cares!” No. Suburbia is definitely not my thing.
React: It is probably good then, that I am not the one responsible for deciding who is invited to the wedding feast. I would be far too selective. My bias wouldn’t be racial, I am a white boy living with black siblings who hasn’t dated a “WASP” in over a decade. It wouldn’t be political, most of my friends are republican although I, most certainly, am not. My bias wouldn’t be socioeconomic. Nope. Mine would be cultural. The typical “white picket fence, with a dog and two kids” American dream sounds to me like a nightmare.
As hard as it might be for me to believe, Jesus loves these people too. He loves the people whose lives revolve around PTA meetings and fantasy football leagues. He loves those who keep all their possessions in a shopping cart and who consider “home” a corner under the I90 bridge. He also loves those whose idea of “roughing it” is flying first class with the common people rather than taking the private jet. God isn’t selective in who He calls. Are we? His invitation goes out to everyone… including you.
Dear God, help me to see everyone I meet through Your eyes. There are some people easy for me to like but others that, for whatever reason, I just can’t. Let me love them just the same. Let me manifest Your love even on those who disagree with me, those who don’t share the same priorities, and might not even vote the same as I do. Let me speak Your truth to all without ever holding back. Your invitation to come extended even to one as unlovable as me, how can I not pass it onward?