If Jesus chose to manifest Himself physically, to come sit next to me in the room and enjoy a cuppa, what would I choose to tell Him?

Would I go on about my day and how busy I have been, highlighting my interactions with others?  Would I complain about my many aches and pains? Would I choose to share my very real hurts, fears, concerns, or ask “why”? Maybe I would find myself telling him of work triumphs, listing all my accomplishments, or even the doldrums and complexities. Or just simply all the different things going on within my many different situations? What’s going on in my community or within the nation, all the injustices we have faced. Would I be reflecting on family members no longer present, how much I miss the ‘good ole’ days? Or perhaps I might choose to share hopes and dreams – those that are still kindled or those that were dashed long ago.

OR…

Would I choose instead to just sit at His feet, enraptured, hanging on every word, amazed at the brilliance of light that surrounded Him?  Would I gaze into His eyes and embrace His deep love for me?  Would I notice His breath on my cheek or feel His warm embrace? Would I recognize how much He is always at rest in everything He does – never anxious or fearful or hurried?

Mother Teresa is noted to have once said “Before you speak, it is necessary for you to listen, for God speaks in the silence of the heart”.

When was the last time that I was silent, where I quieted myself and tuned in? Perhaps if I listen more, I can know a reality of God to my soul that is so great that it does not matter what happens around me.

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
– Matthew 11:28