God, I drove through what some cities call ‘the district,’
And saw the homeless, the down and out, the dirty,
Standing in doors of bars and cafes, looking out at something I couldn’t see.
And I thought to myself
These are your creations too
You love them as you love me.
When I drove through the rougher neighborhoods
With their little kept houses, motorcycles and souped up cars,
Where people drink and fight at home.
And I thought with an ache in my heart,
God, these are your people too.
As your church we – I – need to be reaching them.
As I walk through my territory
I look at the streets, apartment complexes,
Small homes … family places.
And I think to myself,
Here, too, they love and fight, sometimes in quiet desperation;
Many not knowing they too are your people.
Give me wisdom to know how to put love into action,
To what groups to give financial support,
In what causes to get involved.
I cannot reach everyone personally,
But I can give out pieces of your living Spirit
To anyone, everyone, with whom I come in contact.
Help me not to withdraw into my business like a shell,
When dealing with those different than I,
But always share your warmth and acceptance.