----I was talking with a lady the other day, who as a child was hit by car, and suffered severe damage. She was physically awkward and also socially awkward. It was fun talking with her and letting her know that she was valuable. She gave me a poem she had written. From the poem, you could tell that she had been hurt by lot of rejection over the years; a lot of people passing her by because she was different. People not considering her valuable enough to take the time to get to know. As I am writing this tears are building up. That was a small part of the poem, the rest of the poem talked about her longing to be with Jesus, and how His love remains true and never fails.
----And I am sure His arms are eagerly awaiting to hold her.
----Why are we so much like the priest and the Levite, who walk on other side, avoiding and passing by those who are hurting? Christ demonstrated that love is willing to give of ourselves and touch the wounds of the outcast to be there for them in their hurt and even in the things that are not pleasant.
----Father, test my heart in this. And rip anything out that keeps me from pursuing those who are hurting and different. God, don’t let me just be casual in my effort, but to reach out in your love, to pour out my life as you did, and to touch the broken hearted