G.K. Chesterton has been called one of the greatest thinkers and writers of the 20th century which explains why he's quoted and referred to by people from very different backgrounds and persuasions. His name keeps cropping up when I least expect it. The other day I picked up a book by Ravi Zacharias, Jesus Among Other Gods: The Absolute Claims of the Christian Message, and in the second chapter I read this:
The first time I walked through the noisy streets of Bethlehem and endured its smells, I gained a whole new sense of the difference between our Christmas carols, glamorizing the sweetness of the "little town of Bethlehem," and the harsh reality of God becoming flesh and dwelling among us. Ah! But it is not a part of the wonder of God's disclosure of reality that He points to what we live with to show us what true living is meant to be?
Jesus brought truth to light and a different world to His message. In Him my heart finds its true home.
G.K. Chesterton has captured the wonder in how Jesus' earthly address changes ours, as only he can do.
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.