A Liturgy for leaving an inhospitable place of rest

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If I were James or John, I would call down fire on this place.
No one should be treated in this way.

I am angry.
I am confused.
I am discouraged.

Jesus, I don’t know what happened.
Was it me?
Was it some unknown argument moments before I arrived?
Was it a hurt or injury from years ago?
I am lost.

Oh Jesus, you know the sting of rejection.
You know the feeling of being pushed out into the night.
You know the sound of the slam of the door,
The click of the lock,
The fading footsteps,
Inhospitality.

Now I have felt it.
I was weary and hoped for rest,
But I found resistance.
I was hungry and hoped for nourishment,
But I found crumbs.
I was alone and hoped for friendship,
But I found I was only an inconvenience.

Jesus, you know.
You know whether this was for me to learn,
To see a fault and need within me that must be addressed.
If so, please reveal that deficiency within me.

Jesus, you know.
You know whether this was for me to yearn,
To increase my desire for the good country, my true home, your presence.
If so, please heighten that longing within me.

Jesus, you know.
You know whether this was to soften the ache of pain,
To use our interaction to ease a stabbing word or act of which I was no part.
If so, please reveal yourself and so soothe their pain.

Jesus you know.
You know whether this was in your redemptive plan
To use me as a mirror to a heart that you are seeking to mend.
If so, please do your tireless and perfect work in them.

Jesus you know.
You know whether this was another act to confirm a hardened heart
To use another pilgrim as proof of the depravity of a heart turned inward on itself.
If so, please break the heart of stone.

Jesus you know.

I cannot call down fire, for I too may be consumed.
Oh Jesus, have mercy.
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Luke 9:51-56