Jesus You are the King of Kings. I lift You up in high esteem. Yet You come and personally teach me and spend time with me. It’s called love. Thank You!
We walk among the poor today, and suddenly the children are a swarm thronging to Jesus; I am literally pushed away from Him as the little ones try to make their way to Him.
I look down and there is a very thin little one about the size of a three year old. Her eyes plead with her uplifted hands and I lift her to myself. Under the dirt and the sores beats a desire for love. She is too weak to fight through the gang of kids to get to Jesus, so she came to me. I am a carrier of Jesus love, and in her childish wisdom she sees that. My heart melts as she puts her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes in contentment.
At first I didn't like being pushed away from Jesus, until I realized I too carry God-love and am commissioned to let it flow through me. What is more powerful than God-love? Nothing. No enemy and no disease. Would it be presumptuous of me to wipe the sores from her body and declare and command health to her body in Your name Jesus? He looks at me, "Then what Mary? She lives in poverty." What can be done Lord? You said, “The poor you will always have with you”. Mother Theresa took care of the poor. Your love flowed through her in a mighty way!
"Mary, what if I called you to the children of poverty?" Where You call, You equip, my Lord; but I do not hear that call right now;[or do I not want to hear it?] "What do you hear, my child?" I hear You say, “Come follow Me”. We walk up the hill of a street full of trash. Bodies lie there, some asleep, some intoxicated, all dirty with hopelessness in their eyes. “They do not know Me,” says Jesus.
Yes, my Lord. What are You asking of me? "Feed my sheep." I hear You Lord, but it is not the physical food they really need, but the food of Your love and truth in them. Jesus, show how You want me to help; what is my commission?
Have you asked Jesus what your commission is?