Now it happened as they journeyed on the road, that someone said to Him,
“Lord, I will follow You wherever You go.”
And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests,
but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”
Then He said to another, “Follow Me.”
Foxes have holes
birds have nests
I have a comfy place
to lay my head.
(But He walked this earth;
slept on dirt)
“Follow the crowd,” they say
make haste to do it their way
be an individual
just like everyone else.
(But He says, “Follow Me.
Walk the narrow streets.”)
Light reflects, refracts
shimmers in the raindrops
rainbow of promise leading
to a pot of gold – somewhere –
(But our true light
comes from Him inside)
They don’t understand
the truth will always stand
day of His coming drawing near
can you hear?
Come … Follow Me … echoing
in your ear.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©8 October 2018
The world feels a bit upside down right now. Right is wrong, wrong equals right.
Some days seem a bit colder from the onslaught of others who put us down or seek to hurt us in some way or another.
Can I truly love those who constantly assault me with their anger as I love myself? Or is this a myth — a biblical glitch?
And we wonder what’s the use to even try. Let others be the courageous lights because bravery and courage are just too high a price.
Jesus calls us out and says, “Don’t worry about what they think. Don’t be afraid. They hate me and take their hate for Me out on you. Follow Me. I will make you fishers of men. But you must do as I command of you. Obey Me. Seek Me with your whole heart and I will give you the desires of your heart.”
In this, we can relax and exhale.
Because Jesus yoke is easy and His burdens light.
We can be a city of light on a hill. Burning bright for all to see. A beacon of hope.
We just have to do as He asks:
“Come. Follow Me.”
From My Heart to Yours,
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Your poem and your reflection today, Marcie, are absolutely spot on. When we remember that we are yoked with Jesus, we can face any slings or arrows aimed at us.
Love this: “Can I truly love those who constantly assault me with their anger as I love myself? Or is this a myth — a biblical glitch?” A biblical glitch … perfect illustration. Thanks.
I’m so glad this ministered to you Nan. Your encouragement is always so good for my heart. Love you dearest friend. 🙂