“Meet me in Galilee.”
That’s where Jesus wanted
To rendezvous with the disciples
If I’d been Him?
I wouldn’t gone back to the
Podunk towns or
The Old fishing holes
Or the silent hillsides
I think I’d have made
An unannounced appearance at the
Spiked the football,
In front of Caiaphas and said,
“Here I am—still the Messiah.
Want to tear your robe again?”
Just to see the look on the judge’s face.
Or maybe make a visit to a few
Who had slapped me in the face…
Or nailed my wrists to the post.
Or maybe Rome?
“Who’s the real emperor now?”
But, no, Jesus wanted to meet
His friends in the old familiar places
Because there’s no place like home
And you don’t have to travel somewhere exotic
Or outstanding to meet with the risen Lord.
May you meet Him today in your backyard.