The Least Of These

“For I was an hungred, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not…Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.”  Matthew 25: 42 & 45

Having a chronic and disabling condition, it is easy at times to feel forgotten, alone, the least of mankind.  Often, I allow my limitations to be a convenient excuse to pity myself or not living as I should.  I count problems instead of blessings.

I visit an adult daycare and nursing home a couple of times a month while my husband sings.  Vacant stares from limp bodies in recliners, twisted limbs confined to a wheelchair, damaged minds from birth or injury, the least of these.  Sweet faces emulate pure love, simple joy and contentment in the worst physical conditions I can imagine.  They have no thought for material possessions, outward appearances, or trivial concerns, just sincere childlike pleasure in sharing a worship service with us.

Looking at the beaming faces of ‘the least of these,’ I see Jesus.  Loving them, I give to Him, and richly bless me.


~ by Debbie Richardson on May 15, 2009.

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