Dear Jesus,
I want to thank you for letting me spend some time with you this morning. When I first walked in to Food and Shelter for Friends I saw you in the corner, covering your face with your hands, and weeping. I was a little shocked to see you like that, so I let you be. You were dirty, wearing an old worn out coat, and my fear kicked in. I assumed that because no one else was helping you that maybe this was normal for you. How silly of me. Like I said, fear kicked in and I just kept moving.
I went into the kitchen and made omelets for you. Sorry. I'm not much of a cook. My omelets were the one's that were too brown; the fluffy ones were made by a young man who lives at Bridges (non-profit in town for homeless kids). He showed me how to flip an omelet and my timing is still horrible. It's okay though. You ate them and were grateful. You came up to me as an old lady with a scarf, an old coat, a worn face and shoes with holes in them and said thank you. You even blessed me for making over-cooked omelets.
I'm not the only one that fed you today. The StarBucks gave you dairy while Panera Bread provided amazing breads. A local farmer provides meat and Coach's Brew House opened it's doors for a Christmas party just a week ago. Other businesses and individuals really care about you, and I'm amazed at their generosity. I can only give over-cooked omelets.
I can't wait to come back to see you again. It dawned on me, while I was there preparing the salad for your afternoon lunch, that I spend too much time preoccupied with myself. I say my prayers, I read my scriptures, I go to my church for three hours every Sunday. To be honest, I'm not sure if you want me spending my day of rest sitting in a church for three hours. I think you would prefer I spend more time with you, here.
When I walked out the door you waved good bye to me and wished me a Merry Christmas. You were an old man without teeth. Merry Christmas to you too.
Matthew 25:31-46
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