You grab the bread from my hands like a starving animal. Your nails are broken, your hands are filthy. Your hair hangs long and unwashed around your face. Your eyes are vacant.
I look away.
Some days, I don’t like this job. I don’t like seeing the things I see. Sometimes I wish we had been called to work with others. People who were clean and educated and came for something besides the food.
But I do it anyway.
Because behind the mud, the lice, and the scars? There’s a soul.
And so there has to be hope, too.
I’m surrounded by poverty and brokenness. I don’t get a chance to forget it.
Every day that I force myself to look in your face… I see less of the dirt and grime. More of a heart that’s broken and vulnerable. More of a soul that needs to be saved.
I look in your face, and know that I want to see it again.
Not here, but in a Place where you won’t need to cry.
In a Place where you won’t have to run.
In a Place that you’ll call Home.
There’s a King there, in that Place.
He told me about you.
And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’ -Matthew 25:40
And the King said for me to come.
To right here, where we’re standing.
How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? and how shall they believe in him of whom they have not heard? and how shall they hear without a preacher? -Romans 10:14
The King said to me,
“tell them, I love you.”
You are a blessing to those. What you and your family are doing for others and Jesus Christ is beyond words. It’s wonderful.
I see and hear the heart of our Savior in this writing! What a powerful writing and thank you for sharing it with us. Your family has become such a blessing to ours! Please know of our prayers and love and support! God bless you and thanks for sharing a window of your heart with us! Pastor Ken
Amazing, wonderful writing! The heart of Jesus for sure! Keep writing Madeline!