This is not the the best of environments in which to pray and come home to myself: uncomfortable, noisy with people and air conditioning, and I am tired and ache. I would like to be home. But I know You are with me, and I do my best to abandon myself to You. I will meet You here. Indeed, You meet me here.
It is difficult to think of a train journey as anything other than a transition. I am waiting to arrive. But Your invitation is to see this as the place of continual arrival.
I aspire to this: to have no home; for everywhere to be home; to recognise that I am home, for there is nowhere else to go to be with You, nowhere You are not.
One thing have I asked of the Lord
and that alone I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life.
Psalm 27
Amen
Here and now, everywhere and always…the door is open. Shall I walk in? Shall I join the place where everything is the same and yet completely transformed?
This invitation stops me in my tracks… .