Matthew 25:35-40: For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. Then the righteous will answer him, Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you? The King will reply, Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.
God has a funny way of grabbing our attention when we least expect it. I happened to be in the middle of the road, the back of my car jutting out into a busy intersection when he grabbed mine. I take this road daily as I travel to pick up my children from school and most days I see the same man standing on the corner quietly begging for help. This particular man has obviously suffered tragic physical loss. He is missing 1/4 of his skull and has obvious bilateral lower leg injuries/deformities. Like most people, I see him, I feel sorry for him, but I keep going. I have places to be and children to pick up from school. However, today was a little different. Just as I pass through the intersection, the car in front of me slows up beside him. I see a man get out of his car and ask this broken man if he could take him to lunch. I will never forget this precious soul who showed Jesus to this man. He was a tall, stocky, older gentleman. White hair, beard, red plaid shirt. The kindest eyes I ever saw and a smile that said he was the happiest man on earth. It's been quite a while since I was able to look into someone's eyes and truly see the love of Christ shining through them so undeniably clear. But it was there. Believe me...IT. WAS. THERE. I think what caused my tears to begin to fall was seeing this large, confident but gentle and caring man unhesitantly wrap his arms around such a small, debilitated man. It was the perfect picture of what Christ does for us. We are broken, many times beyond repair. We aren't pretty to look at and who knows what past failures haunt us daily. But, Christ comes along and covers us with himself. He wraps his strong loving arms around us making everything ok.
It was like the world around me had faded. Although I could hear drivers around me honking their horns, angry this man would cause a traffic block during the busy noontime lunch hour, it was only dull background noise. I had a front row seat to something amazing. One thing I have learned is that when God speaks, you can't help but hear it. It may be "still and small" but it is NEVER without impact. I was convicted; challenged: don't care about what others think-even in a busy intersection. Showing Christ's love to others in this self absorbed world is seldom comfortable but it is ENTIRELY necessary. And dare I even say, required.
So, am I going to stop and allow the next homeless person I see get in the car with me and my small children? Probably not. I struggle with this alot actually. People say in this day and age it isn't safe for women to stop like this particular man did today. I would tend to agree but then God's word doesn't say "do to the least of these when it's safe" either. That is something I may always struggle with, but one thing is certain. God has called me to love (John 13:34) and show compassion (Luke 6:36) and spread his good news (Matthew 28:19-20). He promises us this in Psalm 147:3-He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.
What an amazing God we serve. He doesn't care about our past; who we are or where we come from. He doesn't look at my outward appearance but at my heart. He always sees me for what I am...HIS PERFECTLY CLEAN REDEEMED CHILD. And I am able to be that because of his son. Good news like that is meant to be shared. Thank you God for teaching me today through the actions of one completely willing man. I can love...I must love...because you first loved me (1 John 4:19).
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