Monday, May 2, 2011
Who is Welcomed Here?
A while back, someone in the choir collapsed on the floor by the door. I rushed over to her and spent some time finding out what was wrong, helping her up, taking her somewhere quiet to sit, getting her something to eat and water to drink. I kept checking on her for nearly an hour, until she started to feel better and finally, after I made her drink three bottles of water and eat a granola bar, let her go home.
It never would have entered my mind not to help her. She was sick, she needed someone to do for her what she could not do for herself. I did not waste any time, and neither did three other people who rushed to her side and quickly helped. I can't even imagine anyone blaming her because she was sick. I can't imagine anyone thinking it was her fault, or accusing her by saying that she just wanted attention.
So, I am wondering tonight why we can't all have the same compassion for all of the people we meet. Why can't we give the homeless person money for food without wondering if he is going to use it to buy his current drug of choice? Why can't we help someone we don't know without criticism or doubt? There are so many choices we make today because of things that "might" happen.
I can't help thinking that Jesus didn't ask, if the person who needed His help, was good or bad. He didn't ask if they made bad choices. He just healed them. He made the lame man walk, the blind man see, and even made the dead to live again. He did all those mighty miracles without asking who was closest to perfect, or who had repented for all their sins. He didn't ask who was worthy, or who held the highest religious office. He did those things for those people who needed those miracles.
So, today my question is simply, who needs Him most? Are there those among us who are hurting, who are crying, who are different, who are sick or afflicted? Are there those among us who aren't quite like we are? Do we shun them? Do we ignore them, or shut them out?
I have an older daughter, who has made different decisions in her life than I have. When she was a youth, the Young Woman's president came to me and told me that my daughter was no longer welcome in their class. She was not welcome at their activities. She was not welcome anywhere. Now, I would be the first person to know how difficult that child could be, but I also know that she needed those girls in her life. When they did not want her, she went and found other kinds of friends. People who were more willing to accept her. I think it is important to note that she did not ask to leave her classes until after she knew that they had, for all intents and purposes, "kicked" her out.
Somehow, I don't think that Christ would have left my daughter alone. I can't imagine Him refusing to comfort her and heal her. I can't believe for a moment that He could not look past her difficulties and find the child that I love.
That is the message today. Underneath every single one of us, is a child to love. Within each son or daughter is a spark of Godhood. That little wonderful light that leads us surely home. If I know that God can love the people who are different in whatever way, than I also need to love them. Maybe they are angry, or mean, or rude. Maybe they make bad choices, maybe the hurt people. Maybe they are sick or afflicted, maybe they have an illness that I don't understand. Whatever is wrong, it isn't up to me to decide. I don't know the whole story. I only see the part of their life that they permit me to see. I don't have to worry about the judgement or the mercy they will be given. I can love them, and let Heavenly Father be the judge. He, and He alone knows the content of their hearts.
And just so you know, my daughter has grown to be an amazing young woman and mother in her own right. She doesn't do things the same as me, but she is one of the most loving, giving and caring people that I know. She means the world to me and I am so proud of her accomplishments, and I still love her so very, very much.