A terrible thing happened on the way to the lunchroom
I'm so lazy. I'm so mean to those I find different. Where is Jesus in me? Why can't I look at someone everyone else considers "a bit off" and see a fellow brother or sister in Christ instead of whatever imperfections they carry with them? How can I seek to go further in my walk with Christ when I can't even like "the odd ones", let alone love them?
I'm an odd one myself. I'm one everyone else ignores. So why do I feel I'm justified in conspicuously ignoring others?
Jesus, help me to see each person through Your eyes and with Your love. Help me mortify my own flesh so, with it, I can reach out to others with humility and mercy.
Beat me down, Lord.
I'm an odd one myself. I'm one everyone else ignores. So why do I feel I'm justified in conspicuously ignoring others?
Jesus, help me to see each person through Your eyes and with Your love. Help me mortify my own flesh so, with it, I can reach out to others with humility and mercy.
Beat me down, Lord.
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