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Tonight’s reading
Matthew 9:9 As Jesus went on from there, he saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax collector’s booth. “Follow me,” he told him, and Matthew got up and followed him.
10 While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples. 11 When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”
12 On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. 13 But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’[a] For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
Your Heart
The stuff I keep doing, it hurts and it haunts,
I want to just want you, to want what you want
A spirit that’s broken, you can’t despise,
And isn’t contrition, the best way to be wise?
So I’m here, Oh God, to be changed,
My goals, and my loves, rearranged,
This place, where you are, is a start
This place is the beat of my heart
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart
Oh, my heart
oh here God just have me, I want to be changed,
My projects, my power, my thoughts, all rearranged.
The things that you promise seem, to good to be true,
But you’ve grabbed me, you’re giving me, what’s inside you,
Your longing, and your peace, from above,
And your pain, and your heart, and your love,
This place, where you are, is a start
This place is the beat of your heart
Oh your heart,
Oh your heart
Oh your heart
It's sweet, and it's sad, and it's true
And it doesn't look bitter on you
Come, Thou Fount
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by Thy help I've come
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God
He, to rescue me from danger
Interposed His precious blood
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be
Let that goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above
Reflection Questions
What’s your tax booth? (Aka when does institutional distance allow you to dehumanize people?What comfortable, practical and/or boring spaces is your soul aching to outgrow?)
What’s the dinner full of sinners Jesus is inviting you to?
Are there sins you want to stop hiding and bring them into a supportive community of equals?
Do you tend to think God wants sacrifice or mercy?
