I came across a man that was absolutely grotesque. To be honest it was difficult to even look at him. He had one arm and half his face seemed to be missing. His whole body from head to toe was deformed beyond what I’ve ever seen. He was obviously dirty and very poor which is common for beggars in Comayagua.
I’m not sure what he said but I’m assuming he needed money. I’m so ashamed of my response. Instead of loving him and giving him enough for a meal I was repulsed.
I don’t give to every beggar who asks but typically there’s a reason. This was different. I didn’t give to him because I didn’t want to deal with what was standing before me. It was difficult for me to face him and interact with him on any level. So I simply said, “I’m sorry” in my broken Spanish and turned away.
After and hour or so I began to feel convicted, not in an unhealthy way but in a gentle loving Holy Spirit kind of way. It’s as if I knew I missed an opportunity to love and serve the way Jesus would.
Jesus said if you do it to the least of these you have done it unto me. If there ever was a "least" this man was it. I really missed an opportunity to humbly serve Jesus. For that I am so sorry.
One more thing, I’m so thankful Jesus loved and loves me enough to look at me even with my grotesque sin. He doesn’t simply say, “I’m sorry” and turn away, he always gives what is needed when we ask no matter how we look or act.
Here’s my prayer, may we be a people who love the unlovely no matter what they have done or what they look like. And not just in Honduras but where we live most everyday. May we see the way Jesus sees, serve the way Jesus serves and love the way Jesus loves. Amen