I saw the biblical image of Jesus knocking on the door in Santiago's room and immediately felt a sense of comfort. I couldn't also help but think of this blog post I wanted to write, regarding this certain image, and its profound beauty and meaning.
I was looking back at an early episode in season 1 of The Chosen that I hadn't seen before. Towards the end the Jews are getting ready for dinner for the Sabbath. Mary Magdalene is hosting and putting ion the dinner and a few guests have already come. She is learning how to do it all and what is accustomed. Right before their meal starting, there is a knock at the door; someone else has come.
As Mary opens the door, she is surprised and taken aback that Jesus has arrived. At that time, she didn't know his name but recognized him as the man who healed her from her demons. She invites in him after a while of staring at him for a while and in awe that he has come to her place. He sits at the last available seat at table, and you can tell the loving look he has in his eyes. You sense mercy, forgiveness and a desire to be present and sharing a meal together.
Some things are hard to describe purely in words, but this is what I got from watching this scene/part of the episode. Jesus had already called two of the disciples present there as his students. Mary Magdalene would soon be next and was learning more about who Jesus is and more about her culture as a Jew. It made me think of how Jesus knocks on our door- the door of our hearts and seeks us out to be with us, heal us, comfort and support us and encourage us on our journey.
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