Luke 14:13 But when you give a feast, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind
Years ago I felt led by God to share His love and truth with others. I always loved writing. I was quietly hoping that God would lead me to study deep truths of the Word, especially Torah, to share. And I do study when I can.
But He didn’t.
I wondered if I should learn more about calendars, feasts, Hebrew, Greek, ANE (ancient near east) culture, linguistics etc to communicate knowledge. Bring practical information. Although I share a small amount, that hasn’t been where God led me.
What do you want me to say Abba?
I recently asked Him this again. While scrolling past some wonderfully written educational posts I got the urge to study. Throw myself in that pool.
“I have something else for you.”
That couldn’t have been clearer. But what? What?!
I have called you to be a home.
Someone who has been coaching me shared that she sees the call for me to communicate a sense of belonging. Connection. It rings true in the deepest places of who I am.
At first, I thought it was simple. Insignificant. Undesired.
Who needs that?
Many. Far too many.
I had basically resented God for many years, until relatively recently in fact. I didn’t like the pain I had to endure from my past. I don’t like the struggles of trying to measure up with an ASD child who tests every boundary and ounce of patience you have. And I didn’t want to fully admit how dependent (aren’t we all really) I am.
Healing is a lifelong process for some.
But…dare I ask…what if my pain isn’t bad? What if it reveals truth and teaches me how to love? Forgive? Give mercy? Compassion? Tenderness?
A sign of being healed is the cessation of pain. It is God’s will that I’m whole. But what if the journey is beautiful? What if the only way I can truly give belonging and connection is to feel the opposite? To understand what is by what isn’t. As a new friend shared…
The process is the goal.
A woman told me about a homeless person who once asked for help. As she offered to, she asked for the other woman’s name. This lady was so used to being invisible that she was ministered to because someone asked for her name.
How sad and striking.
Knowledge is great and useful, but risky without being tempered by wisdom. Study is a good thing and something to some degree we all should do. But we are not here on this earth to communicate information.
We are to communicate transformation.
So, I’m finding myself praying in a new way. “Father, help me to speak Your love and truth and bring belonging to those who need it. Help me tell others what You’re doing and have done in my life.”
I obviously cannot be and am not a literal home. But, I can open up my doors and show people Yeshua (Jesus.)
There is truly no greater honor. Sometimes the hurting stay that way because they won’t face what is needed to be free and whole. But there are those who are so hungry and thirsty for more. For truth. For the Good Shepherd. They just need somewhere to belong.
For that, I am choosing to be a home.
John 13:35 ESV By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
Ephesians 5:1-2 ESV Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.