Poems, Sermons and Writings

When my sister messages that she’s on her way to our home, I’ll likely respond with something about putting the jug on to boil.   These days in our society perhaps the most common act of hospitality is offering one’s visitor a hot drink. Back in 1st century Palestine it would be “come in, come in - let me get you some water for those feet”. Most commonly the water would be for the visitors to wash their own feet, occasionally perhaps a slave might do it. But not the host, never the host. This action of Jesus is an act of hospitality - but not just any kind of hospitality it is an act of radical hospitality - going far above and beyond.   An act whereby His disciples are welcomed into His presence, into the home which Jesus shares with His Father. It was a place of love - this is made clear by that verse we didn’t read tonight which, in the King James, version speaks of the Beloved disciple “leaning on Jesus’ bosom” The Message version puts it like this “One of the disciples, the one Je