I greeted him with the only name I ever knew him by. Hey Frank, how’re you doing this week? It’s Jim. My name’s Jim, he corrected me. Jesus in me…that’s my new name. He paused for a moment and then spelled it out, J…I…M, Jesus in me. Chase, do you like it?
For me, it is often fear and selfishness that keeps me from loving the homeless as they need to be loved. But I am working on sharing more of my life with them, just as Jesus cared for the Samaritan woman at the well. It is not aboutus and them, but it is about the children of God—the body of Christ. Consider these words from Isaiah 53,
…he had no form or majesty that we should look at him. He was despised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised and we esteemed him not.
and mind have been challenged as I consider how to interact with the broken people of this world. I want to proclaim boldly along with Jim that I have Jesus in me!