So I’m tired of talking about helping people and meeting their needs.
It’s such a waste of breath…
Unless of course, we’re actually DOING something about it.
Have you ever watched someone eat?
Someone that hasn’t had a good meal in days, weeks, or even months?
Its the most humbling sight in the world.
Today, I met Dennis.
Dennis is a late-50s out-of-work man looking for a break.
On his way to Sioux City, our journeys crossed paths.
And for 177 miles between Chillicothe, Missouri and Percival, Iowa, we talked, laughed, sang, and ate together.
Matthew 25 was ringing clear on my mind.
Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’
I thought about how I would react to living in such need.
Would anyone give me a ride?
Or feed me?
Or give me water to drink?
Honestly, before a couple of weeks ago, I don’t know that I would have even looked at Dennis.
I would do what most anyone would do.
Change lanes and speed up.
Ignore the need.
But I can’t ignore it any longer.
I can’t sit on the sidelines and say things like “somebody needs to help them…”
I’ve been called to be that somebody.
I’ve been called to be a minister.
And contrary to popular belief, that doesn’t just mean teaching or preaching on Sundays and Wednesdays.
Its a lifestyle.
And if my life doesn’t match up with what I’m preaching, then its in vain…hypocrisy.
I see enough of that in the Church as it is, and I refuse to be an addition to that.
Enough of this talk of the need in the world, but lacking the stones to get out there and do something about it.
We wear WWJD bracelets, have it plastered to our cars, wear the tshirts…
But I really don’t think we sincerely ask the question “What Would Jesus Do?” because we don’t want to know the answer.
Because it would take us out of our comfortable little bubbles and challenge us to interact with people that society has labeled as derelicts and degenerates.
I saw a need.
I heard the call.
And it was worth it.
Yes, it was risky.
No, it didn’t make sense.
But for some reason had zero fear about this.
And believe me, I’ll be the first to tell you what a ridiculous wuss I am.
Some day, I hope to hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
But, as for today, I’m humbled to hear the words, “I feel like a human again.”
Peace and love.