A friend of mine recently shared a poem on Facebook which was written by Shel Silverstein. I reproduce it below for you.
“If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin
Come in! Come in!”
(The Invitation by Shel Silverstein, 1974)
I have to say the poem intrigues me. I would love to have been able to chat to Shel about it to get to know what inspired him to write it, but sadly he passed away in 1999.
So what do I like about this poem? Well, the poem is called The Invitation. That along with the lovely picture of people coming in to sit by the fire conjures up for me a place of warmth, a place of fellowship and a place of intimacy. That’s how church is supposed to be. I wonder if when we talk about church – the local church that we are part of – do we talk about it to strangers with such fondness? When we have conversations with people about Church do they leave feeling invited?
I also like it because it reminds me of the kind of people Jesus ministered to…the dreamers, the wishers, the liars, the hope-ers, the pray-ers, the magic bean buyers and the pretenders. I am sure at one time or another you will have been able to include yourself in one or more of these categories.
Do you know that Jesus presents you with an invitation all of the time? Do you hear his “Come in”? In this world we need to hear those flax-golden tales; but the ones that Jesus presents us with are not tall tales, or fables. His words are the words of truth and life. So come in, warm yourself by the fire and listen.