Reflections:
This poem has always convicted me… “I was hungry …
And you formed humanities groups to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned …
And you crept off quietly to your church and prayed for my release.
I was naked …
And in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick …
And you knelt and thanked God for your health.
I was homeless …
And you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely …
And you left me alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy, so close to God …
But I am still hungry … and lonely … and cold …”
~ author unknown ~
Jesus has called us to go to the Last, the Least and the Lost. Go and be his hands, his feet and his voice today.
Prayers: Lord Jesus, I give you my hands, my feet, my wallet and my voice. Use me for your glory. In Jesus’ name, Amen.