The Least of These
I am so inspired by people who help people. When I hear of it, read of it, see it, it makes me wish I could do more, that I could do SOMETHING!! Today I drove by "The Jesus Center" and saw the homeless congregating on the steps, waiting for a meal. I saw a shopping cart full of blankets and sleeping bags parked out on the sidewalk. I had the reaction in my heart of wishing I could do something for these people, thinking maybe my junior/teen class at church could collect socks for them. Down the street a ways brought us to a man. Obviously homeless, walking numbly, with a black blanket wrapped around himself. Probably heading to "The Jesus Center" as well. These are the least of these. Jesus says whatever we do for them, we do for Him. And whatever we fail to do for them, we fail to do for Him. How special to His heart are the poor.
Tonight I watched a movie and in it was a poor pastor whose mission it was to save the drug addicts and the homeless. He gave food; his church, that was very poor, ran a homeless shelter out of their fellowship hall. That is ministry in it's truest and most beautiful form. To hand a hungry man a loaf of bread while telling him that God loves him-now that is ministry.
In my own church, this past week, there were a few homeless men that visited with us. To be honest, I was a little put off by their odd behavior, the way they talked. Maybe even a little nervous around them. Yet I need to minister to them. Find out more about them to see if I am able to help somehow. I really feel like I need to pray for guidance and opportunity to be His hands to these people.
Just a couple of days ago my daughter and I were driving on a country road when a lady practically jumped out in front of the car, waving her arms frantically. We stopped and I rolled down my window. She began telling us she drove her truck into a ditch and needed to use our cell phone to call someone to get it out. So I got out of the car. She was obviously a meth addict aka tweaker: very dirty, very skinny, her face was sucked-up and she didn't have any teeth. After her call she thanked us and started walking away. I had been thinking-what can I say about God to this lady? Well she asked me for a smoke and I told her I quit many years ago. She muttered, "Wish I could quit." I said, "You can." She shook her head, "No, I can't." I said reassuringly, "You can." Then she asked how I quit and I told her I prayed. She was a bit surprised; I could tell. I told her it was the only way I could quit. I hope that she will pray to quit. Not only the smoking, but more importantly-the drugs. That she may come to know God and just how much He loves her. Then she can be free from her prison of addiction and have her life back. Who knows? Maybe she'll show up at my church this week.
Matthew 25:31-46
The Sheep and the Goats
i enjoy reading what you put on here. they are so spiritual. you have great ideas.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tammy, for the encouraging words. I'm glad you are enjoying it. I like having an outlet for all the stuff going around in my mind... :)
ReplyDeleteYour welcome:)
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