the mean girl….
When everything in you
screams in protest,
“They don’t deserve love!”
Love them even more.
Love always wins.
Until we embrace our mutual brokenness, our work with low-income people is likely to do more harm than good. I sometimes unintentionally reduce poor people to objects that I use to fulfill my own need to accomplish something. I am not okay, and you are not okay. But Jesus can fix us both.
Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission – to be of service to them wherever they require it.
God’s great mercy to the unsaved is surpassed only by His mercy to the saved.
Grace has to be the loveliest word in the English language. It embodies almost every attractive quality we hope to find in others. Grace is a gift of the humble to the humiliated. Grace acknowledges the ugliness of sin by choosing to see beyond it. Grace accepts a person as someone worthy of kindness despite whatever grime or hard-shell casing keeps him or her separated from the rest of the world. Grace is a gift of tender mercy when it makes the least sense.
You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.
The whole being of any Christian is faith and love. Faith brings the man to God, love brings him to men.
We become neighbors when we are willing to cross the road for one another. (…) There is a lot of road crossing to do. We are all very busy in our own circles. We have our own people to go to and our own affairs to take care of. But if we could cross the road once in a while and pay attention to what is happening on the other side, we might indeed become neighbors.
I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.
Fear not because your prayer is stammering, your words feeble, and your language poor. Jesus can understand you.