It is embarrassing to admit folks, but these are my thoughts as I pass the homeless. Thoughts of fear, thoughts of worry, thoughts of judgment and thoughts of control.
To state the obvious, the homeless are homeless. But, not just because they have no place to lay their head, but, in part, because of how my actions seem to push them outside of God’s family. When I turn my head, when I am afraid, when I fear a loss of comfort, when I cling to my money, I silently send a message that they have no home anywhere near Christ. My body language proves that they are not insiders, ones welcome to receive the love of Christ, but they are misfits, lying outside any possibility of finding a Savior.
But, what if? What if I looked to these people to see – not a person who is dirty, unworthy and possibly manipulative, but I looked into their eye to see – myself? What if, as I took a moment to deeply ponder their faults, I realized my own: dirt from the sin that often runs wild, an unworthiness to receive even the smallest measure of Christ’s sacrifice, deep manipulations to get my own needs met?
“Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? (Mt. 7:3)
What would happen if mankind decided to turn their face – from me? Where would I be today?