December 16, 2010
Yesterday I fed the hungry. Well, I guess I feed the hungry on a daily basis at my house, so let me try again.
Yesterday evening I helped feed people who were really hungry. Several mentioned that this was the first food they'd had all day and another said he hadn't eaten in two days.
Some of these people came in right off the street while others probably came in their cars (and would be going back to sleep in them, too.) Some of them lived in the neighborhood or a nearby neighborhood. Some likely lived in shelters. Some may have needed a meal more than some of the others. But each one who came for a meal was an eternal soul.
Yesterday I was privileged to "feed Jesus" by helping to feed "the least of these." I went into the experience with a little trepidation as well as the conviction that I needed to love these people. My job was passing out chapstick, which is a real luxury to those who spend their days outside and on the street. My intent was to include a little love with each tube. I tried to make eye contact, smile, or maybe squeeze an arm or pat a hand. Some times I got a grateful smile or a verbal thank you. And sometimes I didn't. Either way it was okay.
I gazed into old eyes, sad eyes, bitter eyes, grateful eyes, apathetic eyes, weary eyes and even some very young eyes...and behind each pair of eyes was an eternal soul.
Yesterday we sought to meet the very real, pressing need for food and to plant a tiny seed of God's love. And to give them some chapstick.
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