Some things are hidden because they are not meant to be found. They are there, but only for the person with the knowledge to find them. They are a secret treasure, being protected for the one who knows.
Some things are hidden because, even though they are visible and discoverable, we don’t see them. We are blind to them. We look at them, and we see something else. We miss the significance. To see them, we need to borrow someone else’s eyes.
If you have picked up the ‘Hidden’ newspaper that has been in church for the last few weeks, you will have read about an exhibition of alternative views of Blackpool organised by Street-Life, the homeless charity for young people in Blackpool. The exhibition highlights simple places in Blackpool, that you may not have appreciated, or seen the beauty of. Some pictures are expressed in poetry.
It’s not obvious who is homeless, and the people who look homeless may well not be.
Jesus was homeless. Well, he didn’t have a permanent base while he was teaching, healing, praying, for the three years with the disciples. He only offered his disciples a home that he was heading back for, the one he opened up the way to through his body on the tree.
People need to see that homelessness in us. We should have within us a capacity to meet the homeless from following the one who had nowhere to lay his head, yet was more at home here than anyone else.