HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“And he said unto them, Behold, when ye are entered into the city, there shall a man meet you, bearing a pitcher of water; follow him into the house where he entereth in.” Luke 22:10
Happy indeed was the householder in whose guest chamber the Lord sat down to the Holy Supper.
His name is quite unknown — but it is an anonymity in which I may well rejoice, and which is fraught with overflowing comfort for me. It tells me that among the disciples of whom the outside world hears nothing at all, there are those who are very dear to the great Captain of salvation. It assures me that I may fill a little space — little and unromantic — so as to glorify Him.
And as this man went about the commonest duties, the King of kings met with him and became his Guest. He was bearing a pitcher of water into his house when the ambassadors of Christ found him out. It is a token to me that the whole of my life may be made sacred. It is proof that in my ordinary everyday work, I may hold fellowship with my Saviour. The blue-sky bends over the quiet mountain tarn — no less lovingly than over the wide expanse of the sea; and God is as near me in my small and unseen tasks — as in my thrilling and absorbing experiences.
But he had prepared himself, too, against the approach of the Lord. The large upper room was furnished and ready. He was not taken unawares. So may I have a heart into which Jesus may enter at any moment — a heart prayerful, expectant, cleansed, pure — a heart which will not be ashamed before Him even when He comes in the clouds at last
I love this nameless householder of Jerusalem.