For as we enter the twenty first century, there is a cry that would ring out from Jesus Christ of Nazareth, as He who neither slumbers nor sleeps, walks unseen today through the streets of London, Rome, New York, Beirut, Los Angeles, Delhi….. His cheeks wet with tears for a lost and fatherless generation neither cognizant of His presence or caring.

But still he walks…unseen…and still He weeps.

 Oh, how long has He sought you, beloved?  How many nights has He stood listening silently waiting in the shadows unseen by you?  And as you lift up your tear-stained face to Him, half blinded by the radiance from that most beautiful of countenances, He reaches out His hand to you and His touch lingers on your cheek as He brushes away the tears that flow.

And He smiles that most wondrous of smiles.

‘You?’ you mouth soundlessly.

 And you hear His tender whisper: I have sought you all your life.

Through all the pain, through the loneliness.  I have sought you.  Each time your heart broke soundlessly with the agony of not belonging, I sought you.  Through each rejection, through each hour of despair, I sought you.  I was there, loving you.  Reaching out to you.  It was Me all along.  And as your eyelids gently close, as you are engulfed in His tender embrace and the tears fall, somewhere through the sands of time in the netherland bewixt sleeping and waking you recognise the familiar presence and you too know that HE was there.  It was HE all along….