While I was in Florida dropping my boys off at college, I couldn't help but notice that practically on every street corner were straggly bearded men standing holding signs asking for food, jobs, or simply asking for help. I really didn't notice them at 1st, because I was busy running around getting my boys the necessary items that we couldn't pack on the flight down.
Then I began seeing these poor homeless souls more and more, especially the closer I got to the shore. I'm sure they were hoping to catch the eye of some benevolent tourist. I wasn't sure what to think at first. For the most part, I was pretty wrapped up in my purpose for being down there. Then I wondered out loud to my boys, why couldn't they at least get a job at McDonald's or some place like that. I'm sure if they could they would.
It wasn't until I was waiting on flights that I realized that I could have bought them food at the local grocery store, prepared what was necessary and dropped it off with each of them. It frustrated me so much that I was slow on the draw with this. This is what Jesus was talking about in Matthew 25 when He was talking to those standing at His throne.
41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I
was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you
did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after
me.’
44 “They
also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a
stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’
45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
46 “Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”
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