I clicked the remote key pad and the car door unlocked. Opening the door, I was blasted with heat from the oven inside my car created by the sweltering Arizona summer. I quickly rolled down the windows to expel the furnace and twisted the air-conditioning knob to maximum.
I started the engine. As I drove away for the last time, I wistfully memorized the scenes my eyes were taking in. For the past two months, I had worked amidst this slice of downtown life. Narrow streets, structures built where little air could pass between, a bleached-white funeral home within blocks of the Spanish-styled cathedral. The old style of architecture gave way to the new as the sun reflected off the high-rise office buildings. Somewhere between the two sectors of downtown, the real life was lived. A life that, previously, I had touched only through the late night news or at an event to help the needy.
It wasn’t as if I had never come in contact with those who slept between the buildings or stretched their mats out on green, grassy patches, but it had been a long time since I had been moved by the desolation of life. As a child, I would travel with my parents to downtown Los Angeles where the best veal could be purchased only at Grand Central Market. On the streets between the parking structure and the market, we would pass men crouched against buildings or lying on park benches, desperate from life’s circumstances or their own unwise choices. Regardless of the reason, my father’s hand was always open with compassion and generosity.
Somewhere between that time and my present state of suburban comfort, the age of caution dawned on America. A teaching slipped into my theology that made me skeptical of the person lurking on a street corner or panhandling on a downtown street. I bought the story that these methods played on innocent people’s sympathies only to extort money. My heart hardened.
These last two months of work have revealed a more accurate picture for my once sensitive heart to see again. A family camped for days in their car crammed full of their only earthly belongings. Tires flat, no room to sit, the family could be seen each day standing outside of their car across from where I worked. The fear of parking too close to their car gave way to sadness the day I went into work and saw their car was gone.
Lunches downtown with my supervisor were eye-opening. A man hampered by a nervous disorder served us one day at a well known fast-food sandwich shop. I ordered a couple of cookies from a tray that moments later tilted in his hand spilling most of its contents on the floor. I just hoped he was not going to pick them up and serve them to the next customer.
That same day while sitting on the patio, we shared our lunch with a couple of nearby homeless people. Another time, we ate at a hot dog shop and watched a homeless man fill his personal cup at the soda fountain.
I touched flesh, the real life that beats within the broken. They are not just a face on the news or a statistic in the crowd. They are real and they are crying out Jesus words to me:
“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’” Matthew 25:40 NIV
Do you hear them, too?
By Janis, Open My Ears, Lord
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Bindu says
Janis,
Thank you for such a wonderful post. You said what I think so often when I meet someone in this situation through my job.
“I touched flesh, the real life that beats within the broken. They are not just a face on the news or a statistic in the crowd. They are real and they are crying out Jesus words to me”
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Bindu,
There are so many just waiting to be touched by us Jesus followers. May your heart be blessed as you seek God’s will for you in this area of life.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Robin ~ PENSIEVE says
Janis,
What is it that keeps most of us from ministering one on one to who scripture calls “the least of these”? Is it fear? Self absorption? Apathy? Condemnation? I don’t know, and I suppose everyone has different reasons, but when you’ve come into direct contact with someone in need (materially and spiritually), it makes it nearly impossible to ignore.
I pray your words motivate all who read to do SOMETHING…cause something is better than nothing!
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Robin,
Your words are so true. When we come face to face with those who are in need either spiritually or materially, we can’t simply ignore them any longer. For each one of us, the reason we avoid this area of ministering is different but I think a large part of it is the absence of the reality of these situations. We get too comfortable in our own lives.
Thank you for your heartfelt words.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
April says
fear truly grips our hearts in these situations…if we (I) really trusted God, we would minister to the “least of these” a lot more, and without question. I am praying over myself today, that I would not fear what God has called us to do….serve those that are the least…the last shall be first…and the first shall be last…
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Hi April,
One of the ways to overcome that fear is to find a group ministry either at your church or within the community that is engaged in this type of giving. It encourages us and builds us up to work together with our brothers and sisters in Christ as we work to minister to those in need. Seek the Lord and He will lead you.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Holley Gerth says
Janis, thank you for giving us a glimpse of “the least of these” through your eyes–which are so much like Christ’s heart. We’re all needy in some way–so much more alike than different. So glad to have your words with us!
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Holley,
What a blessing to be here at (in) courage and share what the Lord has put on my heart. We are all needy in some way, just as you say. And all able to give to others in different ways.
I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with all of you sweet ladies here at the beach house. Hope I can wiggle my toes in the sand again sometime with all of you!
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
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Nickie says
Thank you for sharing this. Your words have inspired me to write about a memory from my childhood, one that has stuck with me all these years. It has also ignited a fire within me… I can’t quite explain it just now other than to say it is something I need to pray about.
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Nickie,
May the Holy Spirit lead you in telling this childhood memory as He shows you His presence in that situation.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Sharon says
“A teaching slipped into my theology that made me skeptical of the person lurking on a street corner or panhandling on a downtown street. I bought the story that these methods played on innocent people’s sympathies only to extort money. My heart hardened.”
True for me as well. Thankfully God showed me the error in it and my heart isn’t quite so hard anymore.
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Sharon,
So glad the Lord has touched your heart and softened to meet the needs of those whose hearts are crying out.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
gitz says
This was beautiful, Janis. And eye opening in a way that is making me look within. Thank you.
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Gitz,
Praise God for Him giving us eyes to see and ears to hear! Praying blessings for you as He speaks to you.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Jennifer says
Yes, Janis. I hear them too. Recently, I began asking God to show me ways to reach out and touch those in need. There are so many needs, and I believe God intends for us to be His hands and feet!
~Jennifer
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Jennifer,
It will be exciting to see how the Lord leads you in ministering to others needs. We can never outgive the Lord. Whatever we pour out into others’ lives, He sends back to us tenfold (at least).
Thank you for your friendship and your heart’s unfolding here.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Sharon Kirby says
Janis – This was so very touching. You have such a way of capturing a scene – in a way that just makes it so real. I pictured these people you described. I also appreciated your honesty in telling some of the reasons why we shy away from them. But, we can’t do that. We can’t let our hearts be hardened. Jesus didn’t. He reached out to people that were considered “unclean” – the lepers, the sinners. He heard their cries. I don’t want to ignore these needy people. Each of them was created in the image of God. They have real hearts. I hear them.
Thank you Janis, for convicting my heart…
GOD BLESS!
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Dear Sharon,
As you have so wisely pointed out, we must renew our mind in the Word of God and imitate what Jesus did. I like your comparison of Jesus reaching out to the lepers and the sinners. We draw back from that which seems unclean to us or threatens our lifestyle.
Thank you for your wisdom and for revealing your heart here, my friend.
From My Heart to Yours,
Janis
Amanda says
Dearest Janis,
This is a powerful post. We can so easily become desensitised in the comfort of our homes. Sometimes we prefer to pretend it doesn’t exist. But, sadly it does. And the cry from the Lord’s heart is always one of love and compassion. There is a bountiful harvest there amongst the destitute and homeless, but the laborer’s are few.
Thank you again, for causing me to think and feel.
Bless you…
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Amanda,
Thank you for pointing out that the Lord’s heart is one of love and compassion. May we all march forward to be His hands and heart to those in need. And then to reap a bountiful harvest for Him.
Blessings,
Janis
patcee says
I do give to all on the street – how can we not – for some reason that is not ours
to judge – our fellow citizens have lost their way – I often think, if it were one of my
children or relatives I would hope that someone would be kind enough to give
to them – my friends say to me “they will just go out and buy liquor with the money”
but I think/say well if that will keep them warm tonight it’s ok with me – look forward
to reading your blogs every morning – nice way to start my day.
Love you, Patcee
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Patcee,
Your thoughts are so similar to mine. I must admit, though, that for a while I listened to those who thought a handout would be used in the wrong way. I like the way you think and the way the Lord is leading me now.
Thank you for reading and leaving your heartfelt comments.
Love you,
Janis
A Simple Country Girl says
Janis,
Oh this story and your writing and your heart are reflections of God. Thank you for sharing this and for seeing “the least of these” among us.
Blessings.
Janis@Open My Ears Lord says
Darlene,
The Lord’s heart reaches through each of us to accomplish His purposes. He touches each of us in different ways to spread His love to others that they may know Him. I’m glad this post reached you. Your posts so often reflect His love.
Blessings,
Janis