I first heard about blogs because someone gave me the address to the blog of one of their friends. I read that blog everyday, trying to imagine every emotion, every thought, every question that this guy presented so honestly in their blog. You see, this guy was in India (okay, he sometimes reads my blogs so I hope it is okay that I talk about your experience... ) and he was working with the truly broken people of this world. There was one time when he was massaging the arm of a guy who had had part of his arm amputated. And as I read these blog entries that real, hard, truth, I could not help but think that I wish I had a heart like Mother Theresa. I bought her biography a few months back and was stunned at how she really truly SAW Jesus in each and every person she served. She understood that when we love those who the world sees as unworthy of love and distugusting in their brokeness, we are showing love to the man, the God who died on the cross as a criminal.
I was reminded of this yesterday when I walking on the street and a man passed by who had no nose. He had a crusted bloody bandage in the middle of his face where his nose should be, but no nose. My first thought was surprise because I have never seen a person without a nose. But a millisecond later, I realized how precious this man is. And all I wanted to do was hug him. I didn´t maybe from fear. I don´t usually go around hugging strange men on the street. So instead I smiled. I just simply smiled at him. I wish now that I had done more. But I didn´t. I wonder what Mother Theresa would have done. And more importantly, I wonder what Jesus would have done.