What is that man, any less than me?
He lays there, so frail his feet are nearly bone and marrow. The sickness has brought him to this state--helpless, away from family within an isolation ward, losing strength, weight, and hope each day. The man two beds down died a few days back, the one across from him with swollen legs and pain too much to allow sleep for his eyes. He's given a worn out mattress, a blanket for a sheet, to which the ants crawl by day and the mosquitoes disturb by night. The water beside his bed, not clear enough to see through. Who is this man, is he any less that he should lay in such a state and I should stand where I am.
These are hard questions of life that I cannot give an answer to. I think upon our God as Creator. He formed this man from the dust of the ground, just as he formed me. We are the same frame with the same needs. Yet, why have I been so privileged and he not? Is this not injustice? What have I done to deserve my blessings? What has he not done to of not received such blessings? The only conclusion I can come to in all of this is that these sights, these problems, "these ones" in such a state are allowed by God to give us, others, opportunity to work out our salvation. Opportunities to put into practice what we claim to believe. Opportunities to be Christ-like and bring the message, hope, and character of Jesus to another.
Thus, one question must be given an answer…what am I doing with "these ones"?
With the abundance of resources I have, am I extending unto "these ones"?
With the time I am given, am I making time for "these ones"?
"These ones" are all around us, some in a more sever state than others, but all with one same need, and the cure you hold within your heart--Jesus.
By His grace, I am not one of "these" today, but how quickly life can change; therefore, I want to reach out unto these with the time and blessings I have received. What about you?
