Angels Save Lot from the Rabble

What was it like to be a Sodomite? What did this rabble of men want from strangers – mere passersby? Could it only be a matter of perversion? And if this is the way of Sodom, what is Lot doing there?   It’s really hard to relate to this – is the caricature in my mind or actually in the Word?

Fear and desire are so closely related that they sometimes seem interwoven to me. Hate and objectification are unfriendly familiar but somehow curiously like desire and lust.

Hospitality is the stuff of community. Surrounding the stranger with a hope.

The juxtaposition of inhospitable and welcoming – using and loving – hating and saving makes stark the good from the evil. Though I haven’t done “that”, I have shown myself inhospitable, a user of people, a hater. So even Lot, whom I’ve always been more inclined to disdain than to revere, has something to teach me.

Perhaps I’ll share my table tonight with a stranger.

Lord give me freedom.