How do I love the people who don’t speak my language or who
don’t even speak? How do I love the mother who is sitting on the corner of a
highway, nursing her newborn? How do I love the man with hollow eyes and broken limbs who works his way up and down the streets begging for food?
Thank you Jesus for your Word that provides answers to my
questions.
“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are
blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since
the creation of the world. 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…The King will
then reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these
brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’” Matthew 25:34-36,40
This is not a blog post to promote a good deed, but rather to share about the love of Jesus that compels people to serve and care for
others deeply.
Someone once told me that if you feel the Holy Spirit
calling you to do something you better do it within 10 seconds or your human
heart will kick in and you won’t do it at all. I believe this to be true in
some cases.
As I got out of the car this past week to go to the store to
purchase new computers, my eyes met the eyes of a little girl. She was probably
around seven. In contrast to her obvious lack was the bright purple dress she
had on. Her sweet face and beautiful dress contradicted and distracted the
dirtiness that enveloped her body. She approached me, putting her little hand
onto mine, indicating that she wanted money. She then touched her hand to her
mouth indicating hunger. I hate these hand motions, they wreck my heart. As
usual though, I carried on, ignoring the pleas. I hate that I do that but in my
mind it is the easiest solution…to just ignore it. How foolish. As I got into
the store I was reminded of the scripture above. I felt compelled to feed this
girl, and with the 10 second rule in my mind I knew I needed to leave or else I
wouldn’t do anything. I told Rahel I would be right back. I went into the
cafe next door and bought some pastries. I returned to the street but my purple
dress girl was gone. Rahel by then had figured out what I had done and decided
to help me search for my friend. We turned down a side street and there she
was, playing with her mama’s hands and smiling. Her smile was contagious and
pure. I walked to her slowly, absorbing
the moment…I bent down, cupped her face in my hands, and gave her the food. She
said Thank You, and I knew I had to turn away quickly or I would burst into
tears. I don’t know what I did for that girl besides giving her food, but I do
know that she reminded me of a holy truth that I often forget, or more
accurately I think I just blatantly ignore it. These people who spend their days begging are not lower than me, they
are not unworthy in fact they are perfectly and completely worthy of love,
truth, and all the good things that they don’t get to experience. I have
been praying this week that the Lord would fix my heart, that he would give me
the beggars pain and that my compassion would abound for these people. I hate
that I feel entitlement, and that I so often ignore their pleas when I am fully
capable of giving them eye contact, a hello, a smile, food, money, or a hand to
hold. So as I learn what it means to love the least of these, I would encourage
you, whoever you are reading this, to also fix your heart for the people you
encounter who need something that you can give them. Ask Jesus to give you his
eyes, and to remind your heart that they are a human being, with a soul and a
purpose, and they are just as broken as you. You can be a piece of restoration for them by simply looking them in the eye, making the invisible, for the
first time, visible.
As always, I miss you all more than words can describe. Soon
and very soon, 17 more days until I am home!!!!
So much love,
Becca
