Martha and I are best friends 

Never mind that we’ve missed each other by several thousand years 

I guess how you think of her depends 

But her mark in history resonates in my ears  

To be the hostess of such a great guest 

I’m sure she did her best 

Ran around making preparations 

In all the busy activity, she missed the whole celebration 

In her eyes, her sister Mary had it wrong 

Sitting there, I imagine, when the house was askew 

Mary was captivated by the guest when there were a million things to do 

I wonder what Mary did with all she heard 

I’m sure if I’d been there, I would’ve helped Martha

Me and Martha – two good ol’ worrywarts

In a perfectly fine home with a meal and the Lord! – we would have been out of sorts 

In fact, we probably would have told Him to come back 

Preparations never end 

Especially for perfectionists 

I wish we could be like Mary, for she got it right

She had just one thing in her sight

I wonder how to get rid of all these distractions

Maybe it’s just spending five minutes in my morning, with some coffee, thinking about Jesus’s reaction

To Mary and Martha 

Maybe that’s my cure 

To just sit at His feet and listen 

To let go of all my empty ambition

So be it if the house falls apart or my dinner’s not a work of art

That the Master would even dine with me 

That in itself is everything I need 

(I’d invite Martha to come sit next to me)