I moved form Chicago, IL to Scottsdale, AZ recently…
While living in Chicago(24 years of my life), I would notice homeless on the street corners, at Millenium park, on the blue line, on busses, or just making their “home” at Union Station-everywhere. I’ve seen it, I’m sure you have. I mainly ignored them & went about my day. That didn’t make me feel very good… anyways..
Arizona is different, or maybe it isnt… It still hit me differently. My eyes & heart were sinking for this broken soul.
I was leaving one of my favorite places; the library… & I saw this old man walking away from the building. He had literally all he owned with him, which wasn’t much, but enough to slow his fragile & old body tired. He had a few suitcase looking bags with him. Needless to say, it was about 3pm & 103 degrees, while he was wearing jeans & the most beat up shirt I’ve ever seen. As he walked his head hung low, his neck looked sore, as did his withering away body.
I saw an opportunity to help & I leapt at it. Normally in my past I would be a jealous, selfish & flat our RUDE human being to homeless, thinking why should I “them”? If I help him he might try to take from me, might threaten or hurt me, or might just try to follow me.. Come on, you’ve thought it… were human, it happens. But something in me has changed. I saw this man as the most beautiful creation God has made… why you ask?
He has absolutely nothing in this life, but his life. He may seem like he doesn’t have anything going for him, but he has EVERYTHING going for him. All he has is what was with him & the air in his lungs. He has endless possibilites within reach, he just needs a little bit of Love, Faith, God… Tell me why I was jealous of him a little bit, weird? Maybe.. but I’m a weird person.
So I went & grabbed food from the nearest fast food joint, sure not the healthiest… but it was fast, easy & gave him some sort of energy. As I introduced myself, he seemed timid, unsure, uncomfortable… but I told him I saw him & thought he could use dinner & I wouldn’t mind company as I had mine. So we sat & talked while he waited for his bus.
As his bus came, not even fifteen minutes later, I was feeling happy & sad. This man taught me how fragile & precious life is. Showing others you or I care, that people matter regardless their situations or circumstances. We aren’t meant to judge, but Love. That it doesn’t matter what kind of clothes you wear, what car you drive, where you live, how you look–It’s your heart that makes all the difference & what you do with all the things you were blessed with.
I’ve being asking God to help me be bold in his love for the world… I’m so thankful this man, stranger… reaffirmed how I’m to bless the children of God how I know best… through Love. I’m not saying I’m perfect, FAR from it. But I know that when I cling to the Lord, his promises & his wants for me…. life is so much more wonderful. Your heart softens, your eyes are opened to the brokenness in the world…. & you want ot help!
Guys, I’m so excited for what God’s doing with me. I feel everyday he’s teaching & building me for something more… I hope you can be along for this ride. I hope you challenge yourself to be love & be bold in it. Don’t feel afraid to look or feel dumb, just be. I know that when I feel inadequate for something I’m called to do, I have been learning to learn on the Lord & all my fear falls away. It’s the most amazing thing.
Love the world through Gods eyes, not your own.
It’s magical that way.