There is a passage in the Bible that troubles me some nights when my head hits the pillow. I am laying there cozy in my bed with my fluffy pillow under warm blankets in my air conditioned house in a nice neighborhood, and I hear the Holy Spirit whisper this passage in my ear.

I hear it because I am too comfortable. I am not brave enough. I am judgmental and selfish.

I hear it because my Jesus never cared about comfort. He punched fear in the face. He loved with reckless abandon.

I hear the Holy Spirit whisper the words of my sacrificial Savior in my ear: “I was hungry, and you gave me food. I was thirsty, and you gave me drink. I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.  I was naked, and you clothed me. I was sick, and you visited me. I was in prison, and you came to me…Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to Me” (Matthew 25:35-40).

If Jesus walked the streets of my city today, He would not end up sitting comfy on the couch watching cable. He would spend his time in back alleys, in coffee houses, in homeless shelters, and in prisons.

Jesus loved the overlooked and ignored. Jesus didn’t care about social mores or people’s opinions.

I’m over at Missional Women today taking about loving Modern-Day Samaritans. 

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