This morning I awoke from a deep and peaceful sleep to the sound of a long and loud buzz letting me know someone was at my front door.
Upon waking the entire household, we realized it was a homeless woman we recently started helping and sharing the Word with. Unfortunately, she was drunk, wreaked of alcohol and had an “accident.” She was wondering if we could wash her clothing and blanket.
Internally, my flesh screamed “EEK!” but my Spirit asked, “What would Jesus do?”
I quickly told her yes and carried the pile away to hand wash. I was convicted with the realization that this is precisely the type of thing we as His disciples are called to do.
As I went to hang her stuff to dry, I was reminded of something beautiful. If I am commanded to serve others by washing their feet, then I should be genuinely delighted to wash this poor woman’s small pile of possessions.
Our Savior was a homeless man with dirty feet after all.
I also concluded that we surely cannot do the work of God without His spirit expelling these truths and giving us the strength to deny ourselves and lift up the broken and crushed – even when our flesh cringes or wants to go back to bed.
We are exhorted in scripture to love our neighbor as ourselves.
More than sleep. More than silly thoughts of sanitation. And more than little boxes of how far we think we ought to serve.
I praise Him for waking me up this morning to tend to one of His lambs and teach me this life giving lesson.
But for the grace of God, I am that homeless woman.