What does love look like?  It has the hands to help others.  It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy.  It has eyes to see misery and want.  It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men.  That is what love looks like.
       
-Augustine
      
            
Sitting here drinking my morning coffee waiting for my turn in the shower.  And again I find myself thinking about what in the world it means to follow Jesus?—those two words can get lost in a sentence quite easily and without a thought.
 
Bob Rowland, in a poem he entitled, Listen, Christian—reminds those of us who can feel at times  that needs can be met by prayer alone or worse yet, by well-wishing—which can come off as sounding something like bless you brother
 
In free verse the poet paraphrases Matthew 25:35-36:
 
I was hungry and you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger. Thank you.
           

I was naked, and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.

I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.

I was homeless and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.

I was lonely and you left me alone—to pray for me.  You seem so holy, so close to God but I’m still very hungry, and lonely, and cold.

Do we forget that we are responsible for one another?  It’s commendable that we pray, but when we fail to reach out and touch someone we are not exempt from our responsibility to act just because we took a moment to whisper a prayer.  We are obligated to both our brother and the unregenerate—and the same goes for our enemies if we take the words of Jesus half seriously.           
             
   I was hungry and you fed me,
   I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
   I was homeless and you gave me a room,
   I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
   I was sick and you stopped to visit,
   I was in prison and you came to me.’
 
‘Then those ‘sheep’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’   (Matthew 25:35-40, The Message Bible)
 
Friends—I’d submit that it’s high time we take seriously the call to dress Jesus.
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