I know, its been awhile, and unfortunately this post will not quench your thirst for a thorough update on my life (ha!). However, it might shed some light into some dark areas in your life,like it did mine.
FYI, I am super proud of my witty title. Still working on humility, obviously.
Awhile back, I had someone come to my work to get some help. When I met with this person, my first thought was “this person looks like they’re homeless” Now, I meet with people on a regular basis that are down and out, but this was honestly the first person I’ve spent time with that I thought they might not have a roof over their head.
After some discussion, I figured out I could probably help said person and out the door they went. About a week went by and the person came back in to see me. I noticed that they were wearing the same clothes they had worn the last time I had met with them and after they left, someone else commented on their appearance. As I was walking back to my office, I thought…”wow, this so nice of me to help this person. I am really loving them like Jesus would love them. Go me!” I was mentally patting myself on the back for helping someone that honestly…made me feel a little uncomfortable.
It was in this moment of self-congratulations, that I was hit with a ton of bricks. This person makes me feel uncomfortable because of their outward appearance. If people could only see some of my inward stuff (pride, envy, crazy facebook stalking…which is probably envy? Or just crazy? I don’t know) then how uncomfortable would I make people? Would people cringe or step back when I approached them like I am sure some people had done to this person? Then I realized, thank you Jesus for not stopping at comfortable when it comes to loving me. As I approach Easter, I am so thankful that I have a Savior who loves me and you enough to not be deterred by the uncomfortable.
This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters.-1 John 3:16
Because my fondest Easter memories include Evan in bow ties and me in dresses with bells sewn in the skirts.