To the least of these



Today I met Jesus in the parking lot of the grocery store.

I stopped in to pick up milk and a few other items.  I had just returned from a pleasant day trip to Denver.  It had been a beautiful, warm day, very rare for February in Colorado.

After I parked the car and started to walk to the entrance, a woman approached me.  She claimed that she had no food for her sons – the food stamps won’t arrive for another few days.  She asked for any change I may have.  I had none and said so, but I offered to get her some food and asked what she needed.  She said that her boys would eat sandwiches.  I’ll get them and be back in 10 minutes.

I proceeded in and thought about this woman.  She was young, perhaps 30 and didn’t appear as the stereotypical street dweller.  She was relatively clean and composed.

I don’t know if this was a scam or not.  I bought the largest deli sub in the store and found her in the parking lot receiving a few bills from another shopper.  I gave her the sandwich and she was grateful.  I asked if I could pray for her and did so there in the parking lot.  She asked my name and I hers.

I walked back to my car, sat, reflected, and shed a few tears.

This morning I had prayed that I could be a blessing to someone today.

My prayer was answered.

I met Jesus today.

 Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?  And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you?  And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’  And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’  Matthew 25:37-40

 Blessings to you and your family throughout 2015.  Please drop me an email if you would like to suggest any topics for me to cover during the year or if you would like to submit a guest post.

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