I really enjoyed this message of God’s love for us.
It was like every other day since I was infected. Always crying “Unclean! Unclean!” took a toll…on the soul as well as the throat. I don’t know how I contracted it but I did and I pay for it daily. The only comfort comes from those similar. Society has shunned us as a whole and the leaders of the day have scowl that rivals any rabid animal. “Get away from here,” they foam. “Don’t infect us you unclean vile,” they spew. Don’t they know we are still people? Don’t they know are souls still feel regardless if our body does? Don’t they know we were created in the same image of the God they supposedly worship?
Then one day a man, an altogether different Man, walked by. He was different is the best possibly way. As I cried “Unclean! Unclean!” He seemed unfazed. Ignorant maybe. Who knows? It doesn’t matter…
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I love this too. Jesus ran to hurting people when others shied away. He had compassion where others were impatient. He stayed and tabernacled with others were hurried. He saw clean where others saw disease.
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