Walking With Jesus
“And a certain scribe came, and said unto him, Master, I will follow thee whithersoever thou goest.
20 And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head“. ~Matthew 8:19-20
As you have already read here at National Compass, our goal here is to get rid of the division in our country. And that division is not just ideological but socio-economic as well. When I first became homeless last year, I thought part of it was some kind of punishment for something I did. I thought I was some horrible person and an even worse mother.
Then yesterday, it dawned on me.
As we were celebrating Jesus’ resurrection, it finally occurred to me, I was not something awful. I was something grand. After all, Jesus Christ too, had been homeless. In that instant, I felt closer to Christ than I ever had before. I was walking His path. As Christians, we are all told to be more Christ-like, but I was becoming more Christ-like than I ever wanted to be.
Verses that washed over me prior my becoming homeless now hit me with a tremendous force. Verses like: 40 And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me. ~Matthew 25:40. And it finally penetrated my thick skull, those were not just mere words. If I was to become truly Christ-like, then that meant I was to look out for all of those who “were the least of my brethren”, and hold them close to my heart as He did. For the first time, I saw them as Jesus saw them. It was mind-blowing to know God saw in me the same thing He saw in His Son- so much so that He thought I could walk the kind of road that He did.
Another thing Jesus and I share is that He was a voice for those who had no voice. If Jesus were alive today, He too would be a voice for the unborn, the inner city children, and the elderly. He would speak on behalf of the homeless, the imprisoned, and the addicts of the world. His love for the Fallen was immense and so it should be for all of us. I will never be Jesus; that is not what this is about. It is about emulating His traits as much as possible. It is about loving each other as much as possible.
It is about ceasing the division which exists between the rich and the poor. It is about realizing the poor and homeless among us are not being punished because they lack character or morals. It is about realizing we are all one paycheck away from being “the least of these my brethren”. It is about embracing our fellow brothers and sisters and lifting them on high. It is about realizing you can’t really call yourself Christian until you have walked a mile in Jesus’ shoes. I am walking my mile.
