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As Jesus Loved

I thought I knew how to love

but I found

that I really didnít.

I was just giving my love

to those who loved me back-

to the clean children,

the respectable folk,

the well-behaved teen-agers,

the obedient ones;

but I didnít have any real feeling

for the runny-nosed dirty child

next door,

or for the quarrelsome old man

across the street

who played his radio

so maddingly loud.

So God had to admonish me-

and He did.

He showed me to my shocked surprise

that I was passing by

on the other side,

that I wasnít really walking

in His footsteps at all;

because when Christ

lived on our earth

He ate with publicans,

and sinners,

He talked with the women

at the well,

He humbly washed

His discipleís feet.,

and He loved sinners everywhere-

the tax gatherers

the prostitutes,

the doubters,

the hungry,

the untouchables of His day,

He loved them all.

Through my tears I saw

that I was not really following Him at all;

and then I understood

that If I wanted to be His disciple

and bear His name,

I must be willing to give up

my selfish convenient little world

and mingle with the lost ones-

minister to their needs,

heal their wounds,

share their sorrows,

and offer a cup of water

in His name.

I must love as Jesus loved;

for unless I do,

how are the lost and lonely ones

around me

going to believe

that God loves them-

if they cannot see

His love in me?

How, tell me,

how are they ever

going to know? ----V.J. Berg

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