And the king will say to them in reply, “Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.”
(Matthew 25:40)
Lord, your people do not realize that it is you they have served when thy care for those in need. They ask, “When did I see you . . .?”
When have I seen you hungry, naked, homeless, and persecuted? Do I open my eyes? I am so sheltered here, and the needs of my neighbors are not clearly visible. Still, I know that many are lonely, neglected, and forgotten. I can listen to them and share my time, if that is all I have. That may be all they need.
When I take food and put it in the barrel at church, it seems so impersonal. I do not speak with those who will receive it, hear their stories, or play with their children. Let me at least send my prayers along with the cans and boxes.
I know that you will provide opportunities for me to interact. On the Social Ministry Committee, I helped plan dinners for the poor. I used to stress the importance of doing with them, rather than for them. Having struggled with health and financial issues myself, I know how important it is to be included. What a joy it was to sit down and share a meal and to plan activities for children and adults. We worked together.
I no longer drive, but I could still provide food and attend one of the meals. I will check the bulletin. I have been too isolated. Please give me the energy and the will to participate. If my prayer doesn’t lead to action, it is not prayer at all. Wake me, Lord. Involve me.