I don’t know what I’m doing.

I know that I’m called to

be obedient to exhortations like “’I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for
I met a man named James.  A quiet guy who shuffles about, generally keeps to himself (unless he needs to bum a smoke from you), and has a good nature about him.  We didn’t seem to have a lot in common and I struggled to find a way to connect with him.  Then I decided to shut up and listen.  James told me his story.  As I got to know him, I came to realize that James couldn’t read. me.’” (Matthew 25:40) and “If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?” (I John 3:17).  But I didn’t know what that meant or what that may look like in my life.  All I know how to do is make friends.

(Continued on the Messy Spirituality web site)