Serving Dinner to Jesus

January 4, 2011

I served dinner to Jesus tonight. Several peeps from went with me tonight and served at the Nashville Rescue Mission. We serve there once a month. It’s always humbling to serve drinks and food to men who have no home and nothing to eat. It was an especially special experience handing out food, as about half of our group are on the Daniel Fast and were actually hungry themselves. I was proud of them. They were literally denying themselves and serving others.

Men's Mission 2

I have to go ahead and admit it. That chicken was looking pretty good in my eyes too. I was lusting for chicken for sure, but when you’re weak and you have Christian brothers and sisters with you supporting you, you can stay strong. I abstained and ate some fruit when I got home.

Matthew 25:35-40 says:
“ForI was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

Looking into the eyes of each man as he walked by me, looking for food, helps me remember how blessed I am. Many of the men that we fed haven’t shaven or taken a shower in a while. Some stared straight down, while others looked me in the eye and were very thankful. Some obviously had mental problems. Others have an addiction that has separated them from their home, parents, wives, and children. Looking into the eyes of each man was like looking into the eyes of Christ, the one who gave his all to me. He said that when we do it for one of the “least of these brothers and sisters, you did it for me.”

Christ’s words should compel us to treat each other in the same way that we would treat Christ if He were standing in front of us. That even means that neighbor that is a pain in the butt. It means the driver that cut us off at the intersection. And it means the guys at the Nashville Rescue Mission.

Why do we often forget to take the time to see and serve others the way Jesus wants us to see and serve them?