"My brothers, as believers in our glorious Lord Jesus Christ, don’t show favoritism. Suppose a man comes into your meeting wearing a gold ring and fine clothes, and a poor man in shabby clothes also comes in. If you show special attention to the man wearing fine clothes and say, 'Here's a good seat for you,' but say to the poor man, 'You stand there' or 'Sit on the floor by my feet,' have you not discriminated among yourselves and becomes judges with evil thoughts? Listen, my dear brothers: Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom He promised those who love Him?" James 2:1-4
One day a few weeks ago I felt an overwhelming pull on my heart’s strings to seek out the homeless. It was an ordinary day that began with my usual routine – quiet time with the Lord, coffee, breakfast, and dropping my son off at school. As I was leaving the drop off zone at his elementary I suddenly pictured in my mind a homeless man that I’ve seen before at Target. Following this mental picture was an unexpected flood of emotion and desire to seek out as many broken and hurting people as possible. I literally just felt an inexplicable inclination to start driving and look for them anywhere I could, and somehow I just knew God would lead the way. As strong of a pull as this was, one would think that I immediately dropped everything else on my schedule and headed out in search of the homeless. I tell you now that I didn’t. Instead, I smiled at what a nice thought I was having and then turned the car towards home. “I have too much to get done this morning,” I rationalized. I wonder how many people I could have blessed that day had I driven the opposite direction and chased after the broken?