Having spent the last week in the T-dot with Sanctuary Ministries, my thoughts continue to dwell on the people I interacted with. The homeless, the poor, alcoholics, druggies, prostitutes… those of our world that society generally ignores. Strangely their humanity stunned me. “This person sitting across the table from me, conversing with me, is not so different from me.” Our brokenness connects us to Jesus Christ, the Only One who can make whole again in both of our cases.
I was surprised how wrong I was in judging them. Many had graduated from university or college, many were immigrants from a distant land. Many had experienced such intense suffering that I can’t begin to understand. Many had beautiful hearts and were generous. Many were gifted in ways that had never been appreciated by those around them. Like a jewel stuck in a tar pit, they are only truly valued by their Creator. Like oil stuck in the ground, He sees their potential and yearns to see it released. But like a glass of pure, clean water contaminated by some feces, so does the world around them treat them injustly, pretending they don’t exist.
How do I then live?