Come Lord Jesus

There is nothing quite so precious as watching young children pray.

Unless they are your children.

Then it's even more precious.

Tiny, chubby hands folded, eyes in great anticipation, smiles, and sweet words in sweet little voices saying,

Come Lord Jesus, be our guest.  Let these gifts to us be blessed.  Amen.

Dash usually leads us, Blazer joins in, and sweet little Finley clasps her hands and smiles wide.

Precious.


I've been playing with the word "come" lately -- in preparation for a sermon I'm preaching at an ecumenical worship service next Wednesday.

Have you noticed?

In the past few days I've written about:

Jesus saying, "Come and have breakfast."
Jesus saying, "Come to me you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest."
When Jesus told Peter, "Come." and he stepped out of the boat onto the water.
And God's call (through the prophet Isaiah) to: "Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price."

And today I hear those words resonating --

         those words we pray every night before dinner,

                those words that tie up the end of Revelation,

                        the exclamation point at the close of the Bible:

Amen.  Come, Lord Jesus!

Come.