Getting Your Hands Dirty
Posted: Saturday, January 10
Verse of the day:
Jesus reached out and touched him. “I am willing,” he said. “Be healed!” And instantly the leprosy disappeared. (Matthew 8:3)
I have a confession to make; I don’t like to get my hands dirty. My wife often pokes fun of me for this.
This past summer Crossroads took a missions trip to Los Angeles and we ministered to the homeless population on ‘Skid Row’, the area just outside of downtown where the homeless congregate. Our first task was to pick up garbage on the streets. Much of the trash was soaked in urine creating images and smells you just don’t forget. We were given plastic gloves to wear to provide some level of protection against the germs and disease.
Our leader for this task was Jesse Kraemer, a full-time employee of the Dream Center who grew up at Oak Creek. Jesse did not wear gloves while picking up trash and he didn’t seem concerned. He just worked his ways through the crowds, cheerfully greeting men and women while cleaning the streets. That picture of Jesse will stick with me for a long time.
Jesus wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Jesus didn’t wear plastic gloves and while he could certainly have healed from a distance he often chose to touch those who were sick, even those with deadly diseases like leprosy. For Jesus it wasn’t just about healing; it was also about restoring relationships with outcasts. I guess if I want to be more like Jesus I need to take off the gloves.