A Holy Home

It's a special, beautiful day.

Our home is become a holy place,

For our Lord is come for a visit.

My sister, mindful of our guest,

Begins the tasks to make it presentable.

I look at her in awe,

As she goes around the rooms,

Seeing to it that needs are met.

What an admirable person!

Yet, as I look to my guest, I'm torn.

I know I should help,

But the business feels distracting.

The yearning within me desires

That I should stay with my guest,

To listen to him as he speaks,

To learn of his words and teachings,

To know Him.

How can I leave His side,

When His food nourishes better than mine? 

My sister, in her business,

She's not so happy with me,

But He knew how to comfort us both

In one simple thought

That causes us both to think,

And want to be better.

What a blessed, wonderful day!

That the Lord came to visit us,

To make our home holy indeed.

Commentary:

It's been a while, but on thinking about my now deceased brother, I was thinking about one bible story, and I wanted to write something about it, but this one popped into my head immediately afterward, and it began stewing within my mind. Perhaps that other story will be referred to at a later time, but this one really caught on. I was thinking about this story (of the sisters Martha and Mary), and remembering my mom, plus several other women state that they felt like they related a lot to Martha--the busy one, and it seemed like it often stopped there. No one really seemed to understand, or at least talked about what it was that Jesus was pointing out in this story. I've always asked the question, What did Mary do that was so admirable? No one as far as I can remember has ever discussed it, and I always felt like I was a little bit out of the norm in thinking that I could relate more to Mary, thinking how likely it was that I would prefer to be with my guest and not fuss over the mundane tasks, and most likely would be chided for not helping. Since I was of a different perspective, I thought I would try to sit down and write this out on behalf of Mary and what she might have been thinking in this story.

This attempt may have left some things out, but the general idea is there. This is the results of my reflection on this story, and perhaps there's more to learn from it, but this is as I have come to understand it at this moment.

A rainbow from earlier this year.