let me tell you a story

Let me tell you a story…… There were once two men (as there undoubtedly still are). One man was poor, yet he cared for many children (who were poorer still). His love for God, the children, and his brothers and sisters in Christ, radiated luminescent from his face (and to look directly upon it is nearly blinding to the natural eyes.). This man’s embrace of love and welcome could melt any ice that had formed on parts of the receiver’s heart. The other man was a wealthier man, yet he worried about losing his money and status. He was learned in the Bible, yet his eyes began to lose sight of “the least of these”, because his vision was blurred by more complicated or more pressing matters. He wanted to do good, follow Christ, be a good example, etc…, but he was under the pressure that comes with authority and prominence and being in a very visual position.The pressure he was under caused a tension between himself and the servant of love (the first man). The trail that love blazes is not always the most logical or economically sound. Eventually the wealthier man began to listen to conspiracies against the poorer man. There was much talk about removing the servant of Love from his position of helping the poorer children (by the way, each child was worth more than all the precious materials that have ever rested in Africa…)(…and the poor man knew it.). Late one night the poor man heard (in his heart) God telling him to sleep in the wealthier man’s house. He didn’t know why God was telling him to do this, but he knew that He was. So he stayed the night in the house and froze his but off (not literally)(nor the term he would have likely chosen.). The servant of Love had never realized how cold the more prominent man’s house was (for those of you who are wondering, Kenya can be rather hot in the day and rather cold at night.). Later, the poor man took almost his whole months salary (which was a very small one to begin with (also consider that he supported himself, his wife, and 12 children who lived in his very small house (about half of which he adopted, because they had nowhere else to go))), and he used it to buy cinder blocks to complete the wealthier man’s unfinished fireplace. Later, the second man, who had been blinded by pride came to the servant of Love and told him that many wealthier men had stayed at his house before, but none had moved to help him heat his house. The wealthier man confessed his pride, blindness, selfishness, and conspiring. He then declared that he wouldn’t interfere with anything the servant did to help the poorer children.
i pray for continued provisionfor the servant of love i pray for continued humility and rightfocusfor the man who was shownthe Love of Christ in a poormans heart.