The things I thought were so important—because of the effort I put into them—have turned out to be of small value. And the things I never thought about, the things I was never able to either to measure or to expect, were the things that mattered.
-Thomas Merton
Victoria S. Schmidt writes;
Let my hands heal thy broken body are words purposely placed near a broken crucifix in the Home for the Dying run by the Missionaries of Charity in Kolkata, India.
The story behind the broken corpus of Jesus is that a mentally ill person, in anger, took the cross from the wall and threw it at Mother Teresa. In that instant, Mother Teresa picked up the broken Jesus and instructed one of her sisters to place it back on the wall with those words.
Do we picture our hands as the instruments they are—the way a doctor would?
In Saturday’s post I shared a thought or two about following Jesus—which by the way, I struggle with more than I like admitting.  Nonetheless, I’d like to submit my own Americanized version of Matthew 10:35-36—if I had not fallen into this kind of pattern myself I wouldn’t be able to identify and write about it so poignantly.
I was hungry and you fed me so long as I had very good reason to be out of work, I was thirsty and you gave me a cup of water so long as I lived among the half of the world’s population that doesn’t even have a clean glass of drinking water.  I was homeless and you gave me a room so long as I agreed to be out within a week.  I was freezing cold and shivering out of control so you gave me clothes, but as soon as I could pay you back for those clothes—you required re-payment with compounded interest.  I was sick and you stopped by to give me a list of the local clinics I could visit although I had no money for medicine.  I was in prison and you came to see me so long as it wasn’t my fault I was there—and if I was not to blame, you still proceeded to remind me to change my ways and be good like you.
Jesus lays down the gavel and allows for no such caveats or cop outs.
Then he will turn to the ‘goats,’ the ones on his left, and say, ‘Get out, worthless goats! You’re good for nothing but the fires of hell. And why? Because—
   I was hungry and you gave me no meal,
   I was thirsty and you gave me no drink,
   I was homeless and you gave me no bed,
   I was shivering and you gave me no clothes,
   Sick and in prison, and you never visited.’ 
(Matthew 25:41-43, The Message Bible)
The down and out bum on the corner by the freeway entrance represents no one less than broken Jesus.  And although passing out a cup of water won’t get us any closer to earning our way into heaven, it does say something about whether we truly follow Jesus—or are merely out taking a walk.