Here homes have fences. And people drive wood in dirt for privacy. Walk a few feet and a stranger is camped behind brick. We smile but don’t speak. We wave but don’t enter walls.
And the world stays separated. And we Christians don’t keep company with the sick anymore.
I whisper the verses: walk through the sermon on the Mount up to verse 18.
“Do not think that I came to destroy the Law of the Prophets. I did not come to destroy but to fulfill. For assuredly, I say to you, till heaven and earth pass away, one jot or one tittle will by no means pass from the law until all is fulfilled.”
And He is keeping company with a camp of many. Because a war for the hearts of the multitude is waging fierce.
This morning I think of the man who stands on enemy lines for me and dies for my freedom. How he keeps company with death striding close by. He enters the walls of war for my walls here to stay safe.
And what of his family that wear the scars of his sacrifice? I think of them to.
The house wakes early and we all crowd under covers. We plan barbecue and swimming and sunshine. And we have strangers to thank for this that we can keep company in freedom.
And my joy is complete because we have Christ keeping company with the sick still. His Spirit secures the walls of hope. His Word keeps watch over our hearts so we don’t faint from the war of our flesh. And Jesus: ministering with blood on the front line.
And all these many thanks today:
979. Doors that open in the oldest daughter.
980. witnessing of The Way: she asks me about my Bible and I give her a glimpse of His blood.
981. lighting candles.
982. the three of us praying.
983. the trees dancing in delight.
984. the soliders standing–and their families waiting.
985. Christ keeping company with me: a transgressor from the womb.
How to thank Him today? Maybe by keeping company more with the Christ-man and my fellow-man too.