Day 47: Warm

I read this on a friend's blog yesterday. It's a retelling of a retelling, meaning she retold the story that she heard someone else tell. But it's a great story, and even if the names aren't right, the point of the story is the same.

Recently, a man from Uganda, Pastor Richard, was visiting a friend who lives in The Woodlands. We'd had many freezing days in a row here and people still had their plants and shrubs covered to protect them from the bitter cold. As Pastor Richard looked out the truck window on his way home from lunch he said to his Woodlands friend, "Pastor Larry, It's amazing, even your plants have blankets."

We speak often of helping others. Of being Jesus to those in need. Of giving to those who are desperate. And yet, that sentence, "Even your plants have blankets," makes me realize just how rich we are, and just how little we give. I'm not saying it's wrong to protect your plants. I just wonder a world where we spend as much time covering and protecting people as we do our plants.

As I am typing this, I am sipping my hot coffee, in my warm jammies, with my heater running in the backgrouond. I am warm. But I am acutely aware that there are those outside my door, outside my comfortable life who are not.

All that to say, "Give me your eyes Lord."

1 comment:

  1. Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
    That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
    How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
    From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
    Too little care of this!

    - "King Lear," Act III/Scene 4


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