Master, where do you live?

I dreamt one night Jesus took me with him. “Come on” he said; “Want to see where I live?” I went and He took me to an encampment, where people scrabbled for the basics of life. “You know it kind of reminds me of my “refugee” beginnings in Bethlehem. Oh, Mary told me all about that. They’re often ignored and despised, but I live there too.” From there we went to workplaces, schools and homes, seeing people help, heal and encourage one another. He lived there too, it seemed.

Then he took me to a gorgeous church, with a Golden Tabernacle. Oh, it looked like heaven itself with people going to and fro lighting candles and making short visits. “I live there too;” he said, “mind you, some would like to keep me here and take me out for a spiritual jog once a week or less.” He looked… well – sad.

Then he brightened up; “you know, there is one place that I haven’t been able to get into -yet.” He took out what looked like a small photo, to show it to me. I looked and saw my reflection – it was a mirror. He laughed and said; “I wonder if you know who has the key. I’d love to take a look and stay a while.”

Master, where do you live? God of life help me to realise you wish to live in holy people, not just holy places.

(Comments to Tom at tomascox@eircom.net )