Yesterday was a glorious day. I found myself at the newly opened Changed Lives Christian Center. A shelter for men living on the street who are looking for a hand up. Men who are looking to take personal responsibility for their lives and weave themselves back into society. I was fortunate enough to hear the stories from some of the residents. One had arrived by way of prison. Another was struggling with finances and depression. Each full of hope and faith and trust that better days are ahead. Happy they woke up and absolutely certain that it was a gift from God. They had Christ in their eyes, and I drove away knowing I had just visited a house of God.
We're asked to take care of the least among us, and each time I am in the presence of the so-called "least of us" I end up on the receiving end. Perhaps I'm the one in need and God has put them in my life. I found myself reading Matthew 25, Jesus telling about the Final Judgement. With highlighter in hand I came to verse 40, "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." Today, the lines are blurred as to who actually is the least among us. I think the natural inclination is that the poor and helpless are the needy. I am beginning to think that its the other way around.
Lizze B
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