I
ask myself this morning, who is my neighbor?
I
have visited this message before; it is written in many books of the bible and in
the depths of my soul. Occasionally I am
nudged to reconsider who my neighbor is.
I
just finished attending a spring bible study, yesterday was the last day. A few times during the year I would pass a
young mom with spiky red hair and a few piercings. She was a reminder to me to consider who my
neighbor is. I am humbled when I think
of the judgment that enters my mind. Who
am I to say what is in the heart of another person? Who am I to think I know what message they
seek to portray in their dress, body language, speech? I am not called to put them in a box or label
them in any way. I am called to love
them.
What
about the people who seem like me? I
cannot know their heart of hearts either; I am only called to love them. What about my family and dear friends; are
they easier to love or easier to overlook completely?
As
I move into this day, I lift a prayer that I would not only be able to love the
purple-haired, tattooed, body pierced person as God loves me but that I would
also love my own children with the heart of Christ. I pray I would love my spouse with Christ’s
love. I pray the love of God will
permeate all of our souls this day.
Lord,
You call us to love; why is that so
hard for us? This morning I ask you to
open my eyes and open my heart to see clearly and love more deeply. You know the hearts of all; give me a spirit
of love for all. I want to be a light in
the darkness, a warmth in the cold, love in the midst of hate. Use me to bring your love to those hurting
souls in this world. Amen.
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