As I toured the Bakersfield Rescue Mission yesterday morning I came across a man sitting up on his cot in what was called the Day Room. This man seemed rather aged in years and his area was pretty messy. I noticed that he was eating lunch yet his plate looked disastrous in the sense that things were all over the place. My heart instantly sank in brokenness asking myself “what happened to this man?”, ” what brought him to this point”?, and “where is his family?”.
As I continued my tour and began to speak to the case manager he proceeded to tell me about the gentleman on the cot. He told me that they found him outside sitting on the bench on a very cold night with no jacket or warm clothing. Then he told me that they realized that he was also blind. Blind and 70 years old with no income and no one to take care of him. By this time my heart is now in a million pieces.
God has called us to proclaim the good news to the poor and to bind up the brokenhearted…I mean that’s why we’ve been filled with the Spirit so that we might be poured out as a drink offering unto the broken. I think of the story of when Jesus healed the blind man when He spit on his hands and I ask myself “Lord, could I have faith like that?”. Let it be our mission in life to live out Isaiah 61 to a broken world.
Isaiah 61:1 The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.
keep it burning…