“See, the home of God is among mortals.
He will dwell with them as their God;
they will be his peoples,
and God himself will be with them;
he will wipe every tear from their eyes.”
This Sunday is All Saint’s Sunday—the day on the church calendar when we remember that we are part of something bigger than what we can see, or even fathom. One of the readings that is assigned to this day is from the latter part of the Book of Revelation in which we get a glimpse into the heart of God.
We all know that Jesus, God incarnate, came to live among us. That’s remarkable as it is. But, here in this consummate vision in Revelation we find God who is still searching out his home among us.
Alone among the religions of the world, we proclaim a God who isn’t content with remaining high in the vaults of heaven—no, our God wants to be with us. Our God wants to make a home among us. Our God wants to be among us, and wipe any tear that may fall from our eye.
To call this “extraordinary” is a ridiculous understatement.
And, it begs an uncomfortable question: Do we want to be with God as much as God wants to be with us?
As uncomfortable as this is, the discomfort reveals perhaps the most splendid, beautiful facet of God: God’s vulnerability. God wanting to be among us—and willing to open himself up to our rejection, is God’s pledge of risk—the sign of true love, if ever there was one.
God is willing to come to us, and wait. God is willing to open himself up to being shunned and rejected by us.
But, oh, if we but return the favor, no tear will fall from our eyes. Ever.