Picture yourself walking down the streets of your very own city. People are standing alongside the road. People that you know. People that you see every single day. People you love and interact with and have deep affection for.
But this day is different. This day, there has been a worldwide famine. People are starving, people are begging you for food.
You just came from the mansion on the hill. You have plenty to eat in your cabinets inside your mansion. Your friends, the people you work with, the people you go to church with, the people you ride the bus with, the people that check out your groceries at the store–they are all standing at the side of the road, crying, tears streaming down their face.
They look at you pleadingly. They reach out to try to grasp your hand and beg for some kind of food or money or water.
What do you do?
Do you open up your mansion, and invite anyone who wants to come to eat?
Or, do you continue walking, tucking your hands in your pockets, avoiding eye contact?
Or do you look at them in the eye, knowing that you have plenty to eat, but shaking your head at them to convey that you are not going to give them any of your food?
What if I told you that even though you opened up your cabinets, your kitchen, your mansion to all of the towns folk, somehow there would still be enough food, somehow there would still be enough space, and the tap that produced water would never run dry. –What if?
What would you do?
Would you still walk by your family, your friends, your neighbors, the people you interact with on a daily, weekly basis?
Or would you stand at the end of your street and wave to all the towns folk, inviting them to your table?
What if I told you that Jesus is that one that lives in that mansion? That He already opened His doors and His Food and His Living Water will never run dry.. He has already invited anyone who wants to come. Whoever wants to escape the horror of being without, whoever needs nourishment.
Or, what if I told you that you are that person, walking through the streets. And the mansion is where you stay, but Jesus is who owns it. Would you be willing to share His Bread of Life, and His Living Water with those that are starving? Would you invite them in to join you at the table for supper? Would you take their hand and help them find their way if they were blind and needed to be guided?
What would you do?