I bought my friend, Alan, lunch today.
Alan is 20 years my senior, homeless, and an alcoholic. Yet he is someone that I enjoy spending time with.
He is gentle and kind, with eyes blue as the sea.
There is a certain depth underneath his rough exterior that draws me; entices me to want to peel away the layers.
Alan never remembers my name. (Probably because he is too drunk to recall it). But his name…I cannot shake.
I spent 20mn with him today, and I would have gladly stayed longer, if I could have.
Something about being in his company makes me feel alive.
Strange, you might think, but I don’t think so.
Alan is real. Authentic. Bold.
What you see is what you get.
There is no mask. No facade. No games. He speaks with brutal honesty, no matter how ugly it is.
It is refreshing!
I wonder if this is why Jesus spent most of His time with the poor and needy?
The sick and depressed.
The sad and lonely.
Did He find it to be refreshing too?
Alan and I have laughed together, prayed together, and cried together.
We’ve even had our fair share of differences. And it’s okay.
My prayer is that every minute I spend with him, makes him feel loved.
He didn’t love from afar. He loved from within.
He put Himself in the trenches with those around Him. Up close and personal.
God, I want to love like that!
I want to love people right where they are. Not where they ought to be. But where they ARE.
Help me to love like you, Jesus.
That is all.
“Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth”.
(1st John 3:18)