A Lot Like Jesus –
Broken children; many reachable, but only through tedious, ongoing work. Still, most too far gone. The latter are not given up on, though!
The children made whole through arduous and endless labor jump for joy through the playground forgetting their former condition of misery.
Another life flashes before me. I cannot pass the play-yard bridge as do the surrounding children. My phobia of the sun throws me onto my knees in a panic, sobbing. The other kids try to console me to no avail.
I come back to my present state and the fearful memory fades away as I run across the small wooden arch laughing in the sun with the other healed children.
My past calls out to me to mend other damaged youngsters. I drudge on with a counselor to help the destitute. We heal many with earnest effort, but most are so far gone. I despair in my plight.
In privacy, the guide sobs for the unattainable ones, but does not give up!
Later, I ask the counselor, “The many which are within reach require relentless work, and the most that cannot find wholeness again, despite all your ongoing efforts, creates an agonizing situation. Why do you do it … this heartbreaking job?”
The advocate whispers in a soft tone, “If I didn’t give my life to these children, my tears would never cease. It’s not a job, but my lot. I cannot breathe unless it’s for the love of these children. You see, my chosen route is that which Jesus chooses for himself.”
On that same day, I found my new career; it became my lot, too.
I woke up from my dream with my eyes bathed in tears on the account of His all-consuming love.
I deliberated upon my dream as I murmured, “But, I hold no Counseling Degree in which to help others.” In tenderness, He replies, “I Am your degree.”
Philippians 4:4, 6
Rejoice in the Lord always! Again I will say, “Rejoice!” In nothing be anxious, but in everything, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.