Monday, January 26, 2009
Who was that teen? My youngest son. My husband and 15-year-old went out on Sunday to do something special together. It wasn't to go bowling or out for a burger. It was to feed homeless people living in tents behind a shopping mall not far from where we attend church. My husband told me he was amazed when my son not only spoke to a man who hadn't washed in a long time, but he hugged the guy as if he was any other person. Isn't that something? I really do believe that young people need to reach out to the less fortunate. It is good for them to get to know the people in this world who are not living in comfort. And for my son to touch a "modern day leper" is something that Christ would do. He acknowledged the man's worth in a personal and tangible way. That blesses me, and I'm sure it blessed my son, too. Of course, my son wants to go with my husband again to serve meals to the homeless where they live...in tents parked in washes in the desert. They are modern day gyspies. And if you are wondering where I was (and my older son) at that time, we were at worship team practice. We can't be in two places at once, and I'm bummed we missed the blessing. But I have a feeling it was meant to be just my son and husband that day reaching out the people in need. That is a memory they will always have together Nothing and no one can take that blessing from them. Ever.