Matthew 25

First, you should know: I believe in a literal hell.

Not so much because the Bible alludes to it as because the world displays its existence in broken children, enslaved humans. Sudanese women getting whipped while men stand by and laugh.

There are pictures of hell within easy reach. To not believe in it is hubris.

And then there is the time I have spent there myself.

In the fall of 1996 I sat across the table from two small faces and watched them munch down the first of thousands of peanut butter sandwiches at our table.

We did this because of some rather poetic injunctions in the Bible about helping “orphans.” None more poetic than Jesus in Matthew 25.

He says “the righteous” will take in strangers and feed them peanut butter sandwiches. He says they will share of their safety, abundance, and nourishment with people who are the riskiest and least able to pay back such snacks and beverages.

He says they will give themselves. The cost is implicit in the risk.

But at the time it was just a couple of sandwiches. The humiliation, rejection, exposure, assault, and duplicity would take years to fully unravel.

The emotional cost remains steep.

And the words of Jesus still echo in my head–the least of these…you did unto me..

And if the least of these punch you in the stomach? Take your trust and abuse it?

The sorrow is a badly drawn tattoo along the sternum. And hell comes in the vertigo of watching those you cherish hurt.

Back to the table…

I must return to the table and find someone else hungry and thirsty and lowly like me.

It is a gift to know I am the least of these.

And your attention to my grief, a cup of clear water.

Thank you.

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4 thoughts on “Matthew 25

  1. Oh sweet woman of God….My heart and hand extend to yours holding water! My immediate blog post prayer…Father God, your children (me and her) hurt from experiences that they never saw coming. If we had known we would have run a thousand miles a second just to escape the anguish, or at least grabbed every resource and entered the ring of fire prepared. Neither approach was offered…only retrospect and that is a hell on earth that we live to die from! Carry us please Dear Father God in your loving arms with Your healing touch and preserving power until that day when striving ceases. Please, please, please, comfort us and bring peace to muffle relentless mulling and re- determine our life course in spite of the wreckage. Dare we ask joy instead of this sorrow? You are able, Father God. So let it be. Joy please! Amen

    • Sigh
      What a beautiful prayer!

      It reminds me of Malachi 3:16

      God writes our stories, and…His love never fails

      I stand on that.

      Dear Jesus, thank you for sisters like Ann<3

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