Loving God, help us remember the birth of Jesus
that we may share in the song of the angels,
and the gladness of the shepherds,
and the worship of the wise men.
Close the door of hate and
open the door of love all over the world.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
More than likely the man in this photo has no address, no phone number, no car, no money in his pocket, and certainly no credit cards. He probably doesn’t know from whence his next meal is coming, if it comes at all, nor does he know where he’ll lay his head to sleep tonight. I’d like to help in some way, but I know not his name nor where he’s from nor where he is now. What trials lead this man to the harsh realities of the streets where he currently exists are a disturbing mystery, at least to me, and yet in spite of all he doesn’t have and all the things I don’t know about him, I do know in whose image he was made and by whose hands he was created. I also know that if there is to be joy in his world and peace in his silent nights and ours, it will happen only with help from those of us who are part of Christ’s body. I know that in the Father’s eyes this man’s worth is no less than that of any man, and the story of desperation in his eyes is deserving of compassionate hearing from those able to to lend a helping, healing hand. But then given what I don’t know about this man, or where he is, or what he needs, how can I help.
“. . . if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” ~Matthew 18:19-20 ✝
Please help me pray for this man, the well being of all God’s children, and for peace on earth and good will towards men.
**The photograph of this homeless man was taken from an enews bulletin at the First United Methodist Church of Fort Worth.