When Jesus turned and saw them, he asked, "What do you want?" They answered, "Rabbi, where do you live?" Jesus replied, "Come and see!" John 1:38-39

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack'd any thing.

A guest, I answer'd, worth to be here:
Love said, You shall be he. I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?

Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat
So I did sit and eat

George Herbert, Love bade me welcome

Where do you live?...Come and see

As I listen to this question and this response within me what desire or challenge is stirred within me? Is there a prayer or action that emerges?