Where He is

After this,  Jesus went out and saw a tax collector named ale I, sitting at the tax office and He said to him, "Follow Me!" So, leaving everything behind, he got up and began to follow Him.
Then Levi hosted a grand banquet for Him at his house. Now there was a large crowd of tax collectors and others who were guests with them. But the Pharisees and their scribes were complaining to His disciples, "Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors?"
Jesus replied to them, "The healthy don't need a doctor, but the sick do. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." Luke 5:27-32

There are times when I go into various groups of people I feel as though I am in the midst of a bunch of trolls. They seem so consumed with animal like behaviour I am off put. Yet yesterday when I was in such a group, the thought came to me, Jesus came for the sinners, not the nice folk. In fact the Lord does His greatest miracles in the midst of such folk.

We can be drawn to people we naturally like and are comfortable but Jesus did not have such a problem, He was at home, anywhere. I think the key is I need to find Him and then proceed. What is He doing? Where is here ministering?

Tonight I had dinner with a Chinese family, only one spoke English, the house was void of colour and lacking homeliness, yet I was a guest. I had the best time. How courteous! I was at pains to take a gift and chose flowers, which may not have been apt as they lay on the sideboard all night. After questioning they said food is usually good. There was the problem. I wanted to take food but did not know what to take. These gracious people gave me exotic gifts from China, totally unexpected. They sat politely whilst the one English speaker and I conversed, nodding and smiling and plying me with green tea and more food.

I now have guests on Wednesday night, they are coming to learn how to make pizza, I hope I don't corrupt them.

Jesus was comfortable anywhere, so can I be. In the past I have had afternoon tea in a house that stank of dog urine and faeces, I have dined in style but I know I would rather be where He is, any day.


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