Scandal at the dinner table

Saint Matthew, based on Matthew 9:9-13

As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax booth; and he said to him, “Follow me.” And he got up and followed him. And as he sat at dinner in the house, many tax collectors and sinners came and were sitting with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” But when he heard this, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have come to call not the righteous but sinners.”

Scripture passage from the New Revised Standard Version Bible: Catholic Edition, copyright 1989, 1993, Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

1 thought on “Scandal at the dinner table

  1. Gracias.


    Please free me from my selfishness
    That shapes all that I see
    Help me to be one with you
    That I may come to be truly free

    Help me see that all are welcome
    At your table, at your place
    That you have come for all of us
    To give us each your saving grace

    The rich man and the mendicant
    The gentile and the Jew
    The sinner and the saint, dear Lord
    Each one is loved by you

    Break the shackles I’ve come to make
    To keep me safe and free
    That make possible the life I live
    Where I see what I want to see

    Please let me let you touch me
    As only you can do
    That despite my emptiness and pride
    I may be a bit like you

    That I may love without condition
    Everyone I come to meet
    With compassion and forgiveness
    Where the human and the sacred meet

    That I may love you as my Father
    Who loves all that he has made
    Who welcomes all at this holy table
    Without questioning the price he’s paid

    Help me find each moment precious
    Where your kindness makes me real
    One with you and all your children
    Where your love you come to seal

    Help me share as you have shared
    That I may somehow come to see
    You welcome all to be with you
    For with all you want to be

    © Jim Espinosa 2009

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