God's child: not disadvantaged

I Was riding on the subway in a large city. Mechanical problems stalled the train, and passengers were advised to find alternate transport above ground. Heading toward a bus stop, I saw people sleeping in doorways, panhandlers, street people with physical and mental infirmities. Other men and women in business attire appeared oblivious to them. As I waited for a bus, I strongly desired to see everyone as Christ Jesus must have understood those around him—to be complete, spiritual, the creations of God.

This wasn't easy. It came to a point I just wanted to escape those surroundings, and that impulse seemed to be overpowering my attempt to grasp the concept of man's perfection as God's child. I prayed earnestly for inspiration. Within moments, a woman carrying an infant passed by. The child was clean, well cared for, happy. "What a pure child this is!" I thought.

September 16, 1996

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