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HOW ABOUT YOU
Date: 10/07/2011 08:06 - Subscribe


Scripture:

"I was hungry and you gave Me food. I was thirsty
and you gave Me drink. I was a stranger and you
welcomed Me. I was naked and you clothed me.
I was sick and you visited Me. I was in prison and
you came to Me ... I tell you solemnly, as you did
it to one of the least of these brothers of mine, you
did it to Me" (Mt. 25:35-37,40).

Reflection:

The weak and the helpless and the lonely and the
disenchanted and the dispossessed are His brothers
Can you even imagine that? These are the people
who are his brothers and sisters? This Jesus Christ
is the person that so many claim to love and believe.
This is the Son of God! Then why DON'T WE CARE?

HOW ABOUT YOU! ARE THEY YOUR BROTHERS
AND SISTERS? .

Paul tells us "Give courage to those who are
apprehensive,care for the weak and be patient with
everyone," the Apostle Paul exhorts us (1 Thes. 5:14).

ASK YOURSELF, DO YOU CARE FOR THE WEAK?
ARE YOU PATIENT WITH EVERYONE?

Their are so many people in need. You and I need
to love them, we need to serve them, we need to
help our brothers and sisters NOW!

Prayer:

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love
Where there is injury . . . pardon
Where there is doubt . . . faith
Where there is despair . . . hope
Where there is darkness . . . light
Where there is sadness . . . joy
O, Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled . . . as to console
To be understood . . . as to understand,
To be loved . . . as to love
For it is in giving . . . that we receive,
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned,
It is in dying . . . that we are born to eternal life.

Comments: (1)

squidsquid - October 09th, 2011 That was my favorite prayer when I was a kid... along the Beatitudes. This is a song from Tim Buckley, an under-appreciated songwriter. I don't know your stance on secular music... I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing near; As he neared I felt the ancient fear That he had come to wound my door and jeer, And I waited in my fleeting house "Tell me stories," I called to the Hobo; "Stories of cold," I smiled at the Hobo; "Stories of old," I knelt to the Hobo; And he stood before my fleeting house "No," said the Hobo, "No more tales of time; Don't ask me now to wash away the grime; I can't come in 'cause it's too high a climb," And he walked away from my fleeting house "Then you be damned!" I screamed to the Hobo; "Leave me alone," I wept to the Hobo; "Turn into stone," I knelt to the Hobo; And he walked away from my fleeting house The character in this story offers to let a homeless man into his home in exchange for his story. The homeless man refuses to tell his story and be gawked at by the rich man and continues his journey on the road. The main character stands enraged in his house, without dignity, struck with the realization that he is incapable of sharing his home selflessly. The homeless man proves to be stronger in spirit, even though he is devoid of material wealth. We all live in a fleeting house What things we have in this world are not guaranteed to us.

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