There are times, many times, when answers are not enough.
When the most eloquently chosen words are still a mockery…
Because what are words when I am dying of leprosy, and you are not?
What are words when I am naked, and you are warmly clothed?
What are words when we could have been siblings, when our fates could have been reversed, but you turn away because you’d rather not see my open sores?
I’ll tell you exactly what words are then. Even, at times, the well meaning ones…
Shame. Shame and mockery…
Ok, whatever. So I won’t talk.
Oh, but what is silence!?
Many feel as though they don’t have the words anyway.
I’m here to go on record saying that that is no limitation.
You can still “bring,” you can still “cover…”
You can still open your arms and wrap them around the neck of a dying, reeking, sick child the Highest, and hold them to your heart, unguarded.
You can look steady and strong into the eyes of the naked and afraid, and prove to them that love can see past their lack.
Oh, and you might get the stench of death all over you.
But you might also release a soul from the grip of shame.
Dirty work? You might call it that. I don’t.
You know Jesus touched the leprous skin to make it whole.
Oh, love with your hands, your arms, your eyes…
And if your hands get covered in grime, no matter.
Have you ever, have you ever watched darkened eyes light up?
October 9, 2012 at 1:18 pm
Oh, brother, exactly! That's it! And, yes, the joy of seeing their eyes fill with light…Mmm! 🙂
October 9, 2012 at 2:41 pm
Can't help but comment… those few paragraphs mean a lot to me brother. Thanks for the encouragement…
October 9, 2012 at 3:49 pm
I've seen it too… When their eyes light up, tis a glorious sight!
October 9, 2012 at 6:16 pm
October 9, 2012 at 6:39 pm
Darkened eyes light…. I've seen that. Living loved truly changes everything.
October 10, 2012 at 12:12 am
And I'm reminded why I'm so often left speechless. . .
October 10, 2012 at 12:30 am
I am eager to see it again. It has been too long.