A friend and fellow Anglican recently posted a wonderful meditation on Luke 13:24-27 on his blog (which is worth reading for his poetry, fiction and general life musings). An excellent and thought-provoking piece, I thought that I'd share it with you, here. I'm including the beginning of his post, and then linking to his blog, so you can read the rest of it there. Enjoy!
"Strive to enter through the narrow door; for many, I tell you, will
seek to enter and will not be able. Once the head of the house gets up
and shuts the door, and you begin to stand outside and knock on the
door, saying, 'Lord, open up to us!' then he will answer and say to you,
'I do not know where you are from.' Then you will begin to say, 'We
ate and drank in Your presence, and You taught in our streets'; and He
will say, 'I tell you, I do not know where you are from…'"
The Lord ends his statement with a preposition, twice. Apparently the
narrow door has something to do with more than grammar. His words ring
strange though, almost bumpkin, especially spoken into the sophisticated
air we currently breathe. We strive with the question –
who am I? – some of us our entire lives. We pass the striving on to our children and our children's children – do you know who you are? In light of Jesus' riddingly poor grammar, I wonder if our question may be too broad.