Love is a verb. Love has hands and feet. Love responds.
I’m reading Jesus’ words this morning, exhorting us to feed the hungry, visit those in prison, host the stranger. I must admit, I am feeling convicted. (Not guilty, not ashamed). But I feel a call to action. It easy for me to live my suburban life insulated from the needs of the poor, the imprisoned, the strangers. I can become indignant about political policies that seem to contradict Jesus’ mandate. But I must begin by asking myself, “What am I doing personally to help those in need?”
I’m not trying to illicit a political viewpoint this morning. Nor do I want anyone to feel guilty. But I do encourage you to pray this with me:
“Lord open my eyes to see the needs of those around me. Give me wisdom as to how to meet the needs. Let me be your hands and feet today. Amen.”
Love is a verb.
“For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’”
Matthew 25:35-36, 40 NLT