This morning I watched as a mentally challenged lady lead a blind man into a building. She held his arm with one hand and held the door open with the other. He could not see her twisted face, marred by society's stamp that she is different from the rest – but he was also blind to the judgment that her mental disabilities might lead him astray. She might not have understood the complexity of his physical challenge, but that did not stop her from assuming responsibility to be by his side.
I just bawled. Who am I that I am so blessed with my health, my sight, and fully functioning mental capabilities? And yet in spite of the wealth I've been given, it is my carnal tendency to look upon others not like me as a little less lovely. Shame on me! How dare I – for one second – think that I deserve my present state. And may I never forget that in one instant it can all be taken away.
Lord, help me to see your children as you see them – created in Your image. Loved by God so much that He sent His Son to die even for just one of them. Yes, I have long since known that even if it were just for me, God would have still sacrificed His Son for my eternal life. But do I realize that He would have done the same for that mentally challenged girl? Or for that blind man? He doesn't love me more and, thank God, He doesn't love me less.
God, pierce my heart with the things that pierce Your heart. May I be broken for them – to weep for their souls to come to Your saving grace. May I share with them Your unconditional love. Don't let my pride get in the way. Help me to see them the way You see me – a sinner saved by grace, loved by God, and blessed beyond what I deserve.
May there be no one too lost for me to love; no one too low for me to serve.
[Written on October 26, 2006]
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