I can’t shake this growing ache in my heart for them–not just “mine”, but all of them. It’s like a heartbeat that just keeps getting louder. Any of you who know me can attest to the fact that this is God. There’s no conjuring going on here.
Tonight a friend shared this story about his friend Roger:
Roger was in Mozambique, Africa doing an internship on a missions base there. One night he was praying a prayer that’s all-too-familiar to me these days: God, I want to see a clear picture of your face.
No sooner had he prayed this did he feel a tug on the corner of his shirt. He looked down only to see one of the many orphans, who’d finagled her way into his tent, eyes craving attention.
God in a child’s frame.
I think a piece of my ever-growing prayer for more of God in my life is on its way, coming in a slightly different form than I anticipated.
Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’
“Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’