Could you live a day in my shoes? Last night the air was cold and wearing shorts in the cold made my mind distracted but what snapped me back to reality was when a homeless man looked me in the eyes with the utmost conviction and he asked me the question I wasnt ready to hear Could you live even a day in my shoes. My heart dropped, I started asking myself how do I even respond to this. Do I try to comfort him, share the Gospel with him, what do I say. As these thoughts rushed through my mind, he continued to share and he said. You will go back to your warm bed. Have you ever lived on a cold tile street where the temperature goes warm to cold and keeps changing. At that moment I couldnt give him a cheap response. I couldnt simply say to him, hey its going to be okay, Jesus loves you. Thats the last thing that he wants to hear. And finally he said something which I knew to be true but didnt want to face, Where is God now. What did I do so wrong that he would make me like this? That night I couldnt do anything for him. No Gospel was shared, no words came out of my mouth. And as he said, I went home to my comfortable bed and he to his cols tile floor. I realised then and there that my best right now is not enough. Yes he needs Jesus but its so much more than that. He needs to see love in action. I cant wait for the day when men and women at my church have the resources to simply take people off the street clothe them, rehabilitate them, disciple them and then send them out. Prepare well to be used well
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 22:10:32 +0000
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