Our Supreme Host and Father God
grants invitations to His feast.
His banquet call to us is broad:
invite more sinners to partake; we’re all His least.
Our Lord reminds us when He sends
us out to tell of morsels fine,
of grace and neighbors to befriend,
it’s His indulgences we cite, His food and wine.
Let’s not forget it’s not our fete;
we’re not the keeper of the keys
to pantry or the narrow gate.
We only lay the door held wide, “Come if you please.”
For if we misappropriate
the job as host we close the door
to those (who wish to dine from plates
of His forgiveness, grace and love) whom He adores.
For Jesus is the one who saves,
with heart of love, compassion, grace.
We simply offer what He gave;
We don’t enslave, but lead to Father’s long embrace.
Reconciliation begins with ourselves. It begins with a pure heart, a heart that is able to see God in others: “I was hungry and you gave me food. I was a stranger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me.” …[Jesus] says “Come to me.” He is hungry for souls. Nowhere does the gospel say, “Go away,” but always, “Come to me.” Mother Teresa