“Why does he eat with such scum.” 2:16b
Maybe the “wedding” we attended last night made this verse stand out. I suspect Jesus would have fit in better than I did. Maybe would have even polkaed around the floor a few times with old Polly.
Come to think of it, maybe old Polly was closer to being like Jesus than I was. There were two beautiful little girls there – about 5 and 7. They were newcomers to Canada. You can tell when the little girls come all decked out in absolutely gorgeous dresses. Canadian girls would have come in jeans – but more likely would not have come at all with their parents. These little girls were uninhibited about getting out on the dance floor and old Polly took them under her wing and was dancing away with them. They were having a tremendous time.
There are times when I wish I could just dance with abandon. My darn dignity, self respect, clumsiness and stupid shoes with heels get totally in my way!
This morning on reading this passage, I was struck by the fact that our only qualification for coming to follow Jesus seems to be the realization that we are unfit to be with him. We can only feel at home with him when we accept his graciousness in full realization that we are only “scum”. We possess absolutely no credentials that are of any value in qualifying us to be followers of him. Dignity, self respect and being the wife of a doctor are no ticket for a spot sitting at his feet. And actually, I’m glad of that. I don’t have to pretend to be good enough cramming myself into some uncomfortable mold – like those black shoes of mine with the heels. Just me, covered by his grace; that’s enough.