Morning Moments

There she laid, a frail boney body of about 70 pounds; a mere shell of a human being. Her face was old, but not from age. She had not always been this way. There was a day of beauty and strength. Then there were the four boys. Each from a different father and who knows where or who they were.

She had struggled with the decision, no doubt, and who knows what curves life had thrown her, but nevertheless, she could no longer cope, so in what seemed a moment she turned to prostitution and drugs. Then in time came AIDs and pain and heartache and death. Had anyone ever told her about Jesus? Did anyone even care? Was there a time when she could have been reached? I don't know; I only saw here there after it had all ended. But I could not help but hurt so bad for her. It broke my heart.

I never knew her, yet I felt I had. When I looked at her I saw a thousand faces in the same shape. Bodies broken, beaten, bruised, bones showing through the skin; all of them came to this end needlessly. They could have been changed by the grace of our Loving and Redeeming Savior. BUT, no one ever told them that.

Would these children live with the picture of that cold, frail corpse in their minds for the rest of their lives? Would they, with no parental guidance, no agape love, no hope for a different life? Not if I could help it!

So I approached each one individually and share lovingly and hopefully the good news of God's love and salvation in Christ. It did not matter to me what mom had done at that moment. I could change nothing about the past, but I could place my arms around these boys and say, "Somebody cares." NO SHAME! NO BLAME! NO GUILT! That is what we have in this Precious Friend and Redeemer.

We will bury her today!

PRAYER: Lord Jesus, all around us are people who so desperately need YOU! Regardless of our denominational prejudice or doctrinal bias, they need to hear about your love and compassion and willingness to save. Use me Dear Father to speak a word of grace and hope in Jesus. Thank You!