Where are the poor?
As I contemplate this question from the
coziness and quiet of my room, trying to will myself to fall asleep
(well after midnight I might add!) my mind wanders to far away
places. The sights, sounds and smells are vivid and tangible as I
drift in and out of consciousness.
Streets lined with beggars. Some
looking for food, some looking for money and some just looking for a
glimmer of hope and a way out of the only life they've ever known.
Here it's easy to see the 'poor'. It's easy to identify those who are
'hopeless'. It's easy to place judgement on bad decisions, poor
choices, corrupt society, etc. But go with me for a moment to the
'other side of the tracks', to the places we dare not go, to the
places that make the hair on the back of our neck stand up, to the
places that allow fear to creep into our soul. What about those
places? What is the difference between us and them? What separates
our lives form theirs . . . our destiny from theirs? And who are
these beautiful, God-created souls? They are every day people, they
serve our lunch, do our taxes, stamp our passport, take our blood and
. . . and . . . dare I even say - hand us our bulletin each Sunday
morning.
What
is the difference between 'hope' and 'hopeless'? It is a little
bridge called LOVE.
Mt.
22:37-38 encapsulates he very heart of God is two simple statements.
Vs. 37 "You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all
your soul and all your mind." Vs. 38 "Love your neighbour
as yourself."
What
exactly do these statements mean? Does it mean that everything you do
should reflect the exact heart of Jesus, everything you say should
come form an heart full of goodness, grace and mercy? Could it
possibly mean that your entire will rests on the knowledge of the
saving grace of Jesus? Does it give your mind authority to take each
thought captive? What about 'love your neighbour'? Does it include
EVERY neighbour or just the ones on 'your side of the tracks', or
just the ones you like, with things in common . . . who believe what
you believe . . . (see where I'm going here?!).
For
just a moment, for just a dare, let's define poor. As blessed
Canadians, often we use 'poor' in reference to finances, but in
reality, poor goes entirely beyond anything financial. I truly
believe you can be the poorest person but have the richest soul. So
again, define poor. Come with me again and let's imagine for a moment
- could it mean poor in spirit? What about poor in health? Or, what
about poor in judgement? And, if so, are we loving these people just
the same? Are we really loving the addict who is making a commitment
to Christ, yet not quite ready to give up his addictions? Are we
loving the young lady who, after a lifetime of abuse, made some
choices that have led her to a beautiful family of her own? And are
we loving the new family in the third pew who are trying to hold it
together after a diagnosis threatens to rob the children of their
father?
Do
we cast judgement or do we love? Do we sneer and roll our eyes as
they walk to the altar and make the decision to let Jesus heal their
pain despite al of their own efforts. Do we be-friend these
'sinners'? . . . Because Jesus did. He even called Himself a Friend
of Sinners! He loved the poor so why, if we are followers or Jesus, don't we? If we love Jesus like we say we do we should be
living a life that reflects Him. And shouldn't people be undeniably
attracted to us because of it? Maybe instead of asking 'where are the
poor' we should start asking WHO
are the poor? WHAT
am I doing to love them? WHEN
am I going to stop talking and start doing? WHERE
can I shine light to the darkness and why am I still sitting here
reading?
There is a world of people who need to
know what the love of Christ feels like!
Tara W.