It deeply troubles me. We have all experienced it. We have "friends" who say they care...love us...know where we are when they need us...and are very willing to accept our help. Yet...when our hearts are aching...our backs are breaking...and we need them...they are nowhere to be found.
Busy. Distant. Unavailable. Gone.
Then I remember. I consider the countless people Jesus healed, fed, taught, touched and loved. He gave and gave and gave...continually. I wonder...how many of those same people He helped later shouted "Crucify Him" among the crowd. I imagine He looked out and saw eyes He had made to see. Bodies He had made to walk. Hearts He had given hope. Brokenness He had mended. Lives He had restored. Yet they later shouted for His death.
Rejection. Abandonment. Betrayal. Ingratitude. Isolation. Forgotten. Forsaken.
How difficult it is to realize that some of our "friends" aren't really friends after all. How unfathomable to learn that He still loves someone as undeserving as me...even enough to die for me. May I remember that how I treat others...reflects my love for Him.♥~thl
"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.'" "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me.'" Matthew 25: 40, 45
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