This morning one of the songs we sang in our worship time was Open My eyes Lord I Want to See Jesus, a song that I usually enjoy singing. However as I sat amongst urban workers who work amongst the street people, the drug addicts and alcoholics, the at risk youth of London and other English cities. As I looked at these people who are all struggling with work overload and facing cutbacks to their funding, I was caught short – Do I really want to see Jesus? I wondered.
Yes I love the images of Jesus the loving and caring one, the healing and comforting one, the redeeming and renewing one. But I realized this morning that there are other images of Jesus I am far less comfortable with –
Jesus the lamb who was slain, the despised and abandoned one, the neglected and forgotten one, the tortured and wounded one who is present in the lives and faces of all those who live on the streets. Jesus the weeping and mourning one who is present in the faces of so many overworked urban workers who feel abandoned and despised by their governments and often church leadership as well. Do I really want to see this Jesus and if so how do I respond?