Reflections Luke 5: 27-28

I watch and wait and count them carefully,

Silver and gold are my security.

With them I build the walls that keep me safe.

Then Jesus comes, commanding, “Follow me!”

My name is Levi, son of Abraham,

My people have been conquered, are unfree,

What should I do but make the best of it?

Then Jesus comes, commanding, “Follow me!”

How can a poor man prosper in these times?

Rome is the master, can’t we all agree?

I sit and count my coins because I can,

Then Jesus comes, commanding, “Follow me!”

How can I own that I am sick of heart?

My careful choice is now my slavery.

My tax booth seems a prison, not a hope.

Then Jesus comes, commanding, “Follow me!”

Where is that voice that spoke from Sinai’s height,

Terrible glory of eternity

Calling us to a holy nationhood?

Then Jesus comes, commanding, “Follow me!”

Like the old dam that breaks and water flows

I rose and left that killing stagnancy

To learn to walk with heaven on this earth;

For Jesus came, commanding, “Follow me!”