Untouchable

Delanie praying

Delanie praying (Photo credit: fishin widow)

New awareness raised after Easter put a prayer is on my lips ~

My Friend Jesus,

I am every so grateful for your touch. Many of us often feel untouchable by mankind. Some of us have oozing sores, others of us have slept by the dumpster too long and we are filthy.

Some of us walk the streets at night, trying to make a living while others of us mourn . . . but no matter the reason, we can feel untouchable. Even if we are loved, it is often from a safe distance.

Some of us feel like we reside inside a chalk-drawn circle and few venture in close enough for a touch and stay to exchange words. Does our pain or filthy rags stop them? Will they catch what we have? Will they become dirty or contaminated if they touch our unwashed skin? Will sorrow soon catch up with them if they grieve too long with us?

What makes us shy away, Lord? Has the “tidied up and put away” focus of society caused us to turn away from the broken down, the hobbling, the slowly dying or keep us from venturing into the poor sections of town?

If I desire to be like you, Jesus, I will not turn away. You didn’t.

When he came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”

“Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. ‘I am willing,” He said. “Be clean!’ Immediately he was cured of his leprosy.”  Matthew 8:1-3

I have to say, Jesus, you amaze me. You never shy away from sick, wretched conditions of any kind. In fact, you used some pretty strong language with the teachers of the law during the years you were on earth. You will recall this one:

These people make a big show of saying the right thing, but their hearts aren’t in it. They act like they’re worshiping me but don’t mean it.  Isaiah 29:13

I said I’d follow you no matter where you lead, remember? Then I must be willing to follow you to the dumpster, to the poor parts of town, into nursing homes, and into the arms of those who are in pain, depressed, hurting, lost.

Thank you, Jesus, for your example. Please give me the desire to follow you and the strengthen me to be your hands, feet and heart to anyone in need. Love you forever.

~ “Shattered by Suicide: My Conversations with God After the Tragic Death of My Son”

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