Mercy in action

Then the righteous will answer Him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or naked and clothe You? Or when did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’


Matthew 7:37-40


What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him? If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, “Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,” but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?

James 2:14-16


I am lost in a myriad of people on my college campus—find me.


I am ashamed, struggling to overcome the raw ache of addiction—rescue me.


I am mortified that I have allowed myself to rely on another person..and another, and still another, to give me my self worth, only to be used and left crumpled on a doormat, wiped off the boots and shoes of others, like caked mud left to dry and harden—see me.


I am unaware that the literal garbage heap in which I live and find sustenance is something that I don’t deserve, for I ever never known another abode—move me.


I am humiliated, knowing that I am unable to provide for my family after the loss of my job but I have yet to tell them—mentor me.


I am old and neglected, nearing the end of my life in this bed inside this urine-scented nursing home. The bed sheets haven’t been changed in weeks, and my clothing is stained by my inability to control myself—acknowledge me.


I am frightened at the thought of life inside of me—unexpected life that resulted from an attack so brutal that I have to sleep with the light on, hand clutched to a knife—help me.


I am not hungry, yet I eat bowl after bowl of ice cream, cookies, anything I can to fill the void left by my spouse’s sudden departure—release me.


I am terrified of my children forgetting who I am and who I will become while I am in prison—come to me.


I am haunted by the thought that people will see through this “act” and find out that I truly don’t know what I am doing and that I will be “found out”—validate me.


I am hungry for affection, for a mother to sing me lullabies instead of insults, for a father’s hands to hold mine instead of hitting—feed me.


I am burdened by the pain of past horrors and poor choices. I am worthless—redeem me.


Prayer Requests

  • For those who can say any one of the things from above
  • Praise for the rain!
  • For unrest and strife in the world
  • For us to know His will for His church


We cannot stay still. We are compelled to show the love of Jesus to those in need. We must be merciful to the needy.




“They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”


“Never be a prisoner of your past. It was a lesson, not a life sentence.”