Help Wanted


“Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.” Matthew 22:37-40

    A senior lady in low-income senior housing awoke on her bed in the thick of depression to find a great disarray of stuff needing to be  organized. She was a self-professed collector of too much stuff, and her bed was not immune to her habit. Too much buying of stuff. I suppose she figured enough stuff would make her happy, to free her from the  depression, but nothing seemed to satisfy – enough anyway. So she kept buying. Collecting. The need to organize surely ever increased. Which is why she seemed to find herself atop her bed determined to at least organize what lay on top of it. Free literature she also collected. Booklets. Pamphlets. Whatever lay free on tables for the taking. Some were religious. Some intended to lure vulnerable people into false teaching, false gods, false gods, Satan. Though she professed to believe in Christ as Lord, she didn’t care what the booklets were. Desperate for comfort. Somehow, only God knows, amid her assortment of booklets was my Finding the Light Gospel tract. She felt compelled to read it. She had picked it up from a stack of them left somewhere I had not sent them. She noticed of all her booklets, mine was the only one with contact information. She didn’t expect to talk to anyone, nor did she expect a call back. She was used to not getting the help she needed. She  called anyway.

We talked. Again. And again. I talked to her about the Lord. The Bible. Helping her. Answering her questions. Pointing her to the Lord Jesus Christ. Encouraging her. Praying for her. Telling her I loved her. Hearing her say I love you. One day she told me when visiting different churches she would fill out visitor’s cards. She said she never got calls. People didn’t call to check on her. To see if she was ok. God brought us together. Because He knew her need, and my heart for Him and His Creation. My relentless passion to help people find and follow the Lord Jesus Christ. To love Him with all my heart and to love others with His love.

There is nothing special about me. I’m just a servant of Christ obeying God’s commands. I grieve because God leads me to more and more people who are broken, hurting, in need, desperate for Christ and to learn to follow Him. People flock to the Help Wanted ads to find jobs to make money. Why are Christ’s sheep not flocking to all the people worldwide in dire need of Him? Do we not understand God’s greatest commands? Must we not obey?

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