Do not be afraid, little flock,
for your Father has been
pleased to give you the kingdom.
Last week, I was going with my father to go and take pictures at the other end of the city. To get to our destination, we drove through downtown. Nothing wrong there- it was me filled with the stereotypes of the evil that lurks in the Downtown.
Calling it quits earlier than normal on the hot day, we made our way back to our car. On the hill upwards, I had stopped to take one last photo, and while taking this picture a man, whom wore torn clothes, baggy pants, and with a long beard approached us. My first thought was he was going to ask for money, or something. But no, he asked for nothing. He came to tell my father and I how, while taking the photo, I reminded him of his niece who also likes taking photos. Then he smiled and carried on his way.
After this I felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at my own prejudices of have towards other people. Shamed at how I assumed he would come and asked for money. No. He was a happy jolly man wanting to share a story. I judged a book by it's cover. I judged another based on his appearances.
When situations like this happen, I am always looking for ways to grow. It is obvious where I need to grow in this situation. Through prayer and attention I can grow not to judge a book by it's cover. The outside might be bad but the inside is precious has gold.
God accepted those whom, we wouldn't. He told the host at a dinner to welcome in the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind. It is in serving these that we grow, and so does our faith. Jesus lived among us, and spoke to both rich and poorest of the poor. He helped them both, because they both needed help.