Please Come

This weekend I’ll be singing the song ‘Please Come’ by Nichole Nordeman as part of a choir I’m in. I’ve spent this morning listening on repeat to a recording we made of us on the weekend. The song begins…

Oh, the days when I drew lines around my faith
To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe
And oh, the sense of my own self entitlement
To say who’s wrong or won’t belong or cannot stay

“Oh, the days when I drew lines…To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe.” I do this. There are times when my anxiety is bad that I know I keep people out. I keep others out and try to keep everything inside me. I feel less willing to let others in, to let them know what is going on. I feel like that’s all I can do to keep myself safe. And all I can do to keep others safe.

Oh, the times when I have failed to recognize
How may chairs are gathered there around the feast
To break the bread and break these boundaries
That have kept us from our only common ground
The invitation to sit down if we will come

There is room enough for all of us, please come
And the arms are open wide enough, please come
And our parts are never greater than the sum
This is the heart of the One
Who stands before an open door and bids us come

As I listen again and again to the song, maybe there’s a message in these lyrics that I need to hear. About what it means to come, to join in at the table, to be part of something bigger. And to remember that there are people who are inviting me to do so. Maybe I’ve been singing it in recent weeks without actually listening to it…


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