You may have heard of it, you may have seen it, or just like me, you may be the one who has it.
What is it? Spiritual blindness.
The ability to become blind to those around us.
How does a person become spiritually blind, you might ask?
It’s quite simple.
You have eyes, but you do not see.
Not because you physically can’t, but because you spiritually prefer not to.
I see the homeless person holding a sign on the street but I choose to be blind to him because I’d rather not have to stop and help him out.
I watch the stories on tv of the hungry people in third world countries and I feel sorry for them for a few minutes but I forget them the second I turn off the tv screen.
I read books of hurting people around the world.
Addicted to substances.
Being sexually abused.
Having no one to take care of them.
Living in absolute loneliness, neglect, and fear.
And I’ll put those books down and keep on living my life without a second thought.
I never stop to think “what if that was me?”
Living under a dirty bridge in Seattle with no food to fill my empty stomach with.
Being used as an object of pleasure for men selling my body on the streets to make ends meet.
Being transferred from one foster care house to another with no place to call my home and no one to call my own.
Facing each day with hopelessness and despair.
Never knowing about the Almighty Father who loves me so much because no one stops to care.
Sometimes when I read the Bible I am ashamed of the “Christian” that I really am.
I am ashamed of how little my every day life reflects Jesus’s.
I am ashamed of how blind I am and how little of myself I give away to help those that are need.
I am ashamed that although I have served faithfully in church from my early teen years I rarely step foot outside the four walls of my church building to make a difference in a hurting person’s life.
Yes I’ve went on a few mission trips, fed homeless people in Seattle a few times, and visited rehab centers and nursery homes to encourage people there and although I’m so glad I did all of those things I know it’s not enough.
It’s not enough to just show up to an event that my church organizes once a month and then call it a day.
It’s not enough to go on a mission trip once every summer.
It’s not enough to serve when it’s convenient for me.
It’s not enough because God calls me to serve every day.
Just like He did.
You didn’t find Jesus sitting in the temple every day teaching.
No, you found Him out on the streets.
You found Him in the homes of the hurt, the sinful, and the needy.
You found Him in places people may have not wanted to be seen.
With people that were neglected and cast away by society.
And yet… how often do we find ourselves helping those people today?
How often are we willing to get a little dirty in God’s work field?
To take off our nicely put together church outfits that we wear to that comfortable building on Sunday morning and replace it with a work suit to wear the rest of the week?
To surround ourselves not with people who know about God, people who look nice and dress nice, people who have their life together… but with people who are lost in this world?
People who are dirty, who are hungry, who are poor?
Whose lives are falling apart?
I’m not going to lie.
My life is filled with amazing people.
People who love and know God.
People who (for the most part) have not known what true hunger felt like.
Who have never been abused or on the streets.
Who have it better in life than most people around the world.
But that was not the case for Christ.
I make myself feel better by saying “I am doing enough for Christ in the church” and maybe that’s partially true… but that’s only half of what Jesus did when He was on this earth.
Discipleship is important.
Spiritual growth with the faith family is important.
Jesus spent three in a half years teaching His disciples.
And we should invest our time into teaching and raising up disciples in our church as well.
But Jesus didn’t stop there.
Because He knew that spreading the truth of the gospel and the hope of salvation didn’t start and end inside the four walls of a church building.
Instead, it started on the outside.
On the streets.
In the homes of broken people.
So that’s where He went.
If Jesus was alive on earth today I know where I’d find Him in the middle of the work week.
I’d find Him on the streets downtown buying food for the homeless person He sees and listening to his story then sharing the hope of salvation with Him.
I’d find Him in a jail building talking to the broken people behind those bars. Giving them faith to trust Him to turn their story around.
I’d find Him by the bedside of sick people in the hospitals and nursery homes who are rarely visited by family members and are suffering in pain.
I’d find Him volunteering in schools where children come from broken homes – encouraging them, loving them, and helping set their path the right way.
That’s where I would find Jesus.
Is there where He would find you and I?
Or will He find us in the comfort of our homes?
In the comfort of the four walls of our church?
Never stepping out to make a difference to the lost people around us?
Never opening our eyes to see the hurting and helpless people in the world that we could help?
Never opening our ears to hear the cries of the brokenhearted who have no place to turn and no one to lean on?
In Matthew 25:35-40 Jesus said that by feeding the hungry, we are feeding Him.
By welcoming strangers into our lives, we are welcoming Him in.
By clothing the poor, we are clothing Him.
By visiting those in prisons or hospitals, we are visiting Him.
So my question is this: how recently have you fed Him? Welcomed Him in? Clothed Him? Visited Him?
Last night? Last month? Or last year?
If you only pray to God He will open your eyes and help you see.
See the people who are in need.
See the ways you can reach out and help.
He has been opening my eyes.
To the people in the hospitals, in the schools, and on the streets.
And I want to walk outside those four walls of my church and make a difference.
Even if it’s in one person’s life.
The harvest is plentiful…. of broken and hurting people all around us, but the workers are few. (Luke 10:2)
Will you be one out of the few?
Who steps out of your comfort zone and be Jesus’s hands and feet to the world around you?
Bring His hope with you everywhere you go?
Invite people into your life that have no place to belong?
I plan to be one of the few.
To be Jesus to the world around me.
How about you?
God doesn’t want to hear how much you love Him because you say it with your words.
He wants to see how much you really love Him by how you treat the people around you.
So clothe Him.
Welcome Him in.
Not with your words, but with the life you live.
Be blessed and walk strong in Christ! -Anna… ♥
“Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.”- Luke 12:33-34