Be like those who are waiting for their master
to return from the wedding banquet, so that they may open the door for him as
soon as he comes and knocks. Blessed are those slaves whom the
master finds alert when he comes; truly I tell you, he will fasten his belt and
have them sit down to eat, and he will come and serve them. (Luke 12:36-37)
Jesus’ parables always give us something to see. Here, it is a man, a landowner, returning home from a wedding, filled with good food and fine wine, eager not to be served by his minions but to share the joy.
For me, the story awakens an
image of Jesus hurrying home. Hungry to be with him, I throw open the door and
our smiles meet with a tear of loving recognition.
For it is not just any wedding
from which he returns. It is his wedding, the marriage of time and eternity, heaven
and earth, mortal flesh and Eternal Love.
He comes, eager for us to open the
door to Love’s living appearance wherever and whenever we feel him nudging our
hearts from slumber. Heaven and earth are wed, a union known in every moment of
love and beauty, grace and hope, care and wonder.
Yes, ugliness endures, and
hatreds rip the loveliness of life asunder. But the wedding has happened. Earth
and heaven are joined to save us from ourselves and our cynicism.
Jesus approaches in every love
and beauty, grace and care, hoping that we just might open the door and embrace
him so the joy in him might infuse our souls with the Life who is Life.
“Behold, I stand at the door
and knock,” Jesus says in another place in Christian Scripture. Yes. Always.
Our task and hope is to watch,
pay attention, like at Christmas or Thanksgiving, or when we are waiting for a
certain car to enter the drive, listening for the scuff of shoes on the walk, the
knock on the door and the arrival of a heart for whom our hearts long.
He comes every time your heart
warms in love and gratitude, care and hope. He knocks in our longing for the
beauty of heaven to shine amid this world’s troubles.
Open the door. Embrace the moment for
all your worth. He’s inviting you to the feast.
David L. Miller