Tuesday, September 15, 2009
in weathered hands asking for spare change, see jesus. in manicured hands with beautiful rings, see jesus.
in vaccuous eyes, hallow and empty, see jesus. in tear-filled eyes, joyous and hopeful, see jesus.
in fine suits, imported and tailored, see jesus. in tattered punk-printed shirts, dark and angry, see jesus.
I want to want God. I long to long for Him. I need to need Him. So I may love to love Him.
If we take the time to see the imprint of the Creator ingrained in every being, we will love our neighbors like we love Christ. The station in life shouldn't matter. The color of one's skin should be irrelevant. The financial wherewithal of man is vanity. The only thing that should be considered is if we are loving man like we love God.