I am in Paris right now on business for my community. I do not have much time for touristy things but I have managed to take a few walks for exercise. One of the things that has struck me is the number of men and women wrapped in rags sitting on the side walks begging. I have yet to see anyone putting money in their cups. People walk by seemingly oblivious to their presence. I walked by one man and felt a stab of conscience; I passed a second and then feeling some guilt went back and gave him a dollar and then proceeded to walk past a third. It started to rain but I had a clean, warm room waiting for me. Where would all of these men and women go?
The Scriptures keep tugging at my conscience. I passed by Jesus – several times and kept on going. What did Jesus say to those who did not feed the hungry: depart from, me! The above happened yesterday but I keep thinking about my actions – or lack of action. The issue of poverty, in this case so many people sitting on the Streets begging, haunts me. The injustices in our world are so overwhelming, and I feel so impotent in the face of it all.
Forgive me, Jesus, for passing you by. May I have th courage to do my little part in not passing you by again;