[Jesus said to the Pharisees:] “And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Dogs even used to come and lick his sores.” Luke 16:20-21
How often do I notice the needs of others? How quick am I to call someone who is lonely, visit someone who is laid up, put off buying something for myself so that I can make a donation to the poor?
How often do I ignore someone who looks unkempt, drunk, ill, derelict? How often do I look the other way to avoid a difficult encounter? How often am I indifferent to the suffering of others?
It only takes a moment to notice the humanity of others, to remember we are all God’s family. One moment at a time, I am making a decision to be more noticing.
I am doing this one instance at a time. I’m grateful to be aware of this. Progress, not perfection! Thanks for the phone conversation. XxO