Yesterday we had some much needed yard work done. I contracted with someone a friend recommended. He showed up with two “mexicans” who began to tear through our messed up flower beds like Sherman took Atlanta. I brought the guys coffee a couple of times and fixed a big pot of gumbo. They wouldn’t come inside to eat so Rosemary and I and Tim our painter sat outside with them and had lunch. Their English wasn’t great but we learned they were a father and son from Vera Cruz. We had a great lunch time learning about their families and wondering how it would be to move away from home for years, just to be able to send money back to support our family. The dad hasn’t been home in three years.
OC reminds us today: “When a man says he must develop a holy life alone with God, he is of no more use to his fellow men; he puts himself on a pedestal, away from the common run of men.” This morning I got an email with tons of pictures from the Kairos weekend. Of course, none of the inmates are shown only team members. As I looked through the pictures and remembered the stories of these men and women, it occurred to me maybe our horse isn’t so high. We really are all “common men.”
If our devotion to Jesus is real, we will be compelled to go to those whom He loves. And He loves many outside our usual circle. He bled for men and women who we need to know and whose lives we need to be a part of. We can share our Lord with them and maybe they have things to share with us, down there under the shadow of our High Horses.
Climb down and Be blessed.