God loves the homeless
They were not your usual homeless people. They were driving a luxury car — this smart-looking couple, probably in their early 60s — when I met them near a beach in southern Mississippi in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
In my years of ministry I had often looked into the eyes of the homeless. But these eyes were different; they were the eyes of the never-homeless-before, suddenly-homeless-because-of-disaster. The man and woman had just been to their property, and that’s about all they found — property, along with seemingly atomized debris.
“We lost everything,” they told me. Not a corner of their house remained, not a single personal item was to be found.
As I queried people about their needs at a Convoy of Hope distribution site for ice, water, food, and other necessities, I saw this same shocked look over and over again. Many put on a brave face, but they couldn’t mask the pain in their eyes. Some wept, some voiced their fears, most exhibited shocked disbelief.
I talked with people who were confused and disoriented, not knowing where to go or what to do next.
What is the value of a homeless person? Most people, if they are honest, will admit that they do not hold the homeless in high regard. Some will try to distinguish between “classes” of homeless people. But what makes the formerly affluent, newly homeless more valuable than the chronically homeless who have made poor choices?
In God’s sight, there is no difference. All homeless people are precious.
The value of every man, woman or child is an eternal soul. They are souls for whom Jesus died. And He did not value the souls of the “respectable” more than those of the impoverished or outcast. Christ sees us all as homeless until our souls find rest in Him.
“God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8, NKJV).
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