I was hungry,
And you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.
I was imprisoned,
And you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.
I was naked,
And in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.
I was sick,
And you knelt and thanked God for your health.
I was homeless,
And you preached a sermon on the spiritual shelter of the love of God.
I was lonely,
And you left me alone to pray for me.
You seem so holy, so close to God
But I am still very hungry â€“ and lonely â€“ and cold.
This reminded me of “Scripture… As We Live It #16” which I wrote a few months ago:
Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For
I was hungry and you gave me foodyou made a profession of faith, I was thirsty and you gave me drinkyou were baptized, I was a stranger and you welcomed meyou faithfully attended church meetings, I was naked and you clothed meyou joined a Bible study, I was sick and you visited meyou gave your offerings to the church, I was in prison and you came to meyou even gave to the building fund.’ (Matthew 25:34-36 re-mix)
May God teach us to actually care for the least.