I mentioned in my blog “What Makes Me Worth the Air I Breathe?” (September 17, 2009) that I had been moved by a little girl I saw on TV whose special circumstances and whose passion has led her to organize blood drives in her town and neighboring communities. Her determination to make people aware of how important donating blood is has yielded a great bounty as the TV show I was watching showed that blood drives where taking place in five different states across the country in her name and because of the national primetime exposure, she had her opportunity to reach the rest of the country that night with her message. It reached me. I’ve never given blood before and am not particularly fond of needles but I decided that the next time my church had a blood drive, I was going to sign up. Then last week, I learned that a young family member unexpectedly needs open-heart surgery next week and blood donors are needed now. So this week I called the blood bank in my community and made an appointment to go in and give blood for her operation. I was assured that if I am the right blood type, she will get my blood and if not, someone else who needs it will receive it. It really didn’t take long and I am glad to report that I suffered no adverse effects from it.
I thought about those things that Jesus said the blessed person does. They feed the hungry and give drink to the thirsty. Those are simple things to do really. I don’t need special skills to do those things or even a whole lot of time or money. I just need to pick up a few extra cans of soup, a jar of peanut butter or a bottle of grape juice the next time I’m grocery shopping and drop it off at my local food bank once a month. I don’t have an extra room, but even on my tight budget, I could pull together $20 to give to the local shelter. I have a closet full of clothes, many of which I don’t wear anymore for whatever reason that I can give to a local charity. There’s a hospital a few miles from my home or at the very least, I could send a get well card to those people who are listed on my church’s prayer chain. I don’t know anyone in prison, but there are prison ministries that make it possible to reach out to prisoners or perhaps I could pray for those saints overseas who are cruelly incarcerated for their faith in Jesus and if I look at this metaphorically, aren’t all those who are lost in sin in some kind of personal prison – locked away from the Truth and the hope that Jesus brings. So there are plenty of opportunities for me to reach out to those in prison. I realized that it’s not about what I should do to show the love of Jesus but what I can do to love Jesus.
How do you say, “I love you Jesus”?