Overlooked and Squashed

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…”

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