I serve the ones that no one else notices. I serve the ones that churches force out the back and side doors. I serve the ones that quietly suffer, because who really listens to them? I serve the ones that drugs, and alcohol have long since ravaged.

I serve the ones that live with modern versions of the Gadarene demoniac’s chains. I serve the ones who sit by the pool @ Bethesda, and never find ways into the healing waters. I serve the ones who draw buckets of water from deep wells that leak the contents out before the bucket clears the upper lip.

I serve the ones that the culture deems irredeemable. I serve those who have indeed done awful, and then atrocious stuff – both to themselves and to the ones most endeared to them. I serve those who often see demonstrated care as ‘fake’ because – well that is the only way they can process someone tolerating their insufferable behaviors. I serve the overlooked and the squashed. I serve those that God still loves.

Jesus said…

“…what you do for the least of these, you do this unto me…”