Through the best and the worst that life has thrown at me, I can say with confidence that never once has my Savior left me alone.
This is for me.
This is for you.
This is for the lonely, the tired, the alone, the single.
As crowded as these homes probably already were, I watched over and over again these kind and loving citizens open their homes to those who had been evicted (on pain of death) from theirs. I cannot but help compare the response of the western world that has such a greater capacity and yet continues to keep their doors closed.
The hardest ones to love are often the ones who are not so different…
a curse was spoken, the ax slipped, and it cut his heart in two.
There is one question that I do not dare ask…
When the final tally is counted will I be part of that thirteenth tribe? Will I be one of the ones who doesn’t count?