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Nothing Spectacular

18 Apr

I didn’t get much sleep last night. I woke up feeling like I could have profited from a few more hours of shut-eye. I got up and started to head for the bathroom to brush my teeth, passing by all the items in my room: my stereo, my desk with those dreaded textbooks, my lamp that gives me light to study early in the morning, my library that holds only about 5% of my own books and finally my closet full of clothes, most of which I don’t wear.

I got to the bathroom drawer with my toothbrush and toothpaste: Colgate plus whitening. I never was a fan of Crest. I opened the faucet and let the clean water run for a few seconds to get the coldest water possible. I hate brushing with warm water. The clean water hit my brush, giving it the perfect moisture for the toothpaste which was about to follow.

After brushing, I walked to the kitchen, picked a clean bowl, some milk and some cereal. I don’t know why but I never think of brushing my teeth after eating breakfast. During the week, I’m so rushed to get to school on time that I brush really fast and then take my breakfast and eat it on the go. I guess I developed a habit of eating after brushing and not the usual opposite.

Nothing spectacular happened this morning. No unusual dream, no revelation and no realization. Just an ordinary morning. Probably just as ordinary as any other morning of any other fortunate person.

Why do I say “fortunate”? Well, Meat Phearady.

She wakes up in a wooden house. She doesn’t have a desk, a stereo, a library full of books, a closet full of clothes. She wakes and doesn’t care about brushing her teeth. She probably doesn’t even know what Colgate and Crest are. She wakes up, does her morning chores, goes to work with her mother and her younger sister from 6am to 6pm to earn enough money so that they don’t starve. Her house is above garbage and filth. She’s probably never seen clean water before.

Oh ya, she’s 11 years old. She worries about having enough money to eat and stay alive. As a friend of mine said the other night, 11-year-olds here in Canada and the US worry most about what picture to put up on Facebook.

I participated in the 30 hour famine. I didn’t eat for 30 hours to get a feeling of what children like Phearady go through every single day. As a youth, we looked at the bible together to see what God says about the poor. I stumbled across this verse.

Isiah 41:17 – “When the poor and needy seek water, and there is non, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the LORD will answer them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them.”

Despite what it seems, God has not forgotten them. He has not forgotten Phearady. She is His creation. If God hasn’t forgotten her, should we?

When, and if, God gives you breath tomorrow morning (He may choose not to), remember Phearady. Remember those less fortunate. Don’t take things for granted. Be like God and remember them.


A Bagel and Cream Cheese for His Glory

14 Mar

Last week was my spring break, so I decided one day to head down to Steve’s Music Store to buy something for my guitar. On my way there, a homeless man came up to me and asked me if I could buy him lunch at Tim Horton’s, a bagel with cream cheese.

I wasn’t used to talking to homeless strangers, so I quickly, almost as a reflex, said, “No, I’m sorry.” I knew what I had done was wrong, so I promised myself that if I would come back that way to return home and find him still searching for food, I would buy him that bagel with cream cheese.

Twenty minutes later, on my way back, he was still there. I walked right up to him and surprised myself when I boldly said, “You! You want a bagel with cream cheese? Alright, let’s go.”

The waiting line was quite long, but I didn’t want to wait in silence. I asked him, “Who is Jesus?” His answer blew my mind: “The greatest man who ever lived.” We started talking about the bible and spiritual matters and he was telling me how he read the whole New Testament and from Genesis up to 2 Kings. Before leaving, I handed him a gospel tract, just to make sure that he understood salvation, and he promised to buy new reading glasses to read the tract.

This was my first encounter with a homeless beggar, and definitely not my last. God has opened my eyes to the needs of others, and we all need our eyes opened to this reality. This man wanted a simple bagel and cream cheese for his lunch, around $2 with tax. What did you eat for lunch today?

Jesus died for the poor as well and we need to spread the gospel of love to these people. They need Jesus, but just as the Ethiopian said (Acts 8:25-40), how can they understand salvation if no one explains it to them?

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