Christmas Eve – all that last minute family stuff to do …
“And that got me thinking. If I had a daughter, a son…if YOU had a daughter, a son…and that child, after years of nurturing suddenly went off the rails, and wound up ‘out there’, in the big wide world alone, far away from you, wouldn’t you want to know that they were being cared for? No matter what they had done, no matter how low they had sunk, no matter how helpless you felt, wouldn’t you be praying every night that someone, somewhere was helping them? Wouldn’t you want to know that wherever they were that night, someone, somewhere, would be willing to lay all judgement aside and just feed them, clothe them?”
I read these words – this dark Christmas Eve morning – and was reminded of just “why Christmas” is so important to celebrate.
I learnt a few valuables things at the funeral of a homeless man today, that made me…think again.
Firstly, everybody is somebody….
The man was an epileptic, schizophrenic, homeless alcoholic. He was aggressive and argumentative at times and so, he was hard to handle at times. He walked about alone and refused any real help out of his situation. But, as I watched his mother and father, sister, cousin and niece crying their eyes out today, I realised that everybody is somebody to someone. Underneath his fragile broken shell, he was somebody’s son, brother, cousin and much loved uncle.
To God, we are ALL somebody!
Secondly, brokenness does NOT negate love….
There was complete openness today with regards to what the man had struggled with. Everyone was fully aware of the way his mind, health and addiction had deteriorated and caused him to become one of life’s outcasts. But, whatever…
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