“Then shall the righteous answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, and fed thee? or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw we thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and clothed thee? Or when saw we thee sick, or in prison, and came unto thee?
And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.”
I have often thought of the above scripture in light of me doing those things. Am I visiting prisoners? (We tried but they discouraged women from going to prisons and they aren’t close.) Am I feeding the hungry? Am i bringing the homeless to my home? Am I visiting the sick? Am I belong loving to those who need it most?
But today as a friend and I studied 2 T chapter 1 and 2, it resonated in a completely different way! Now first let me explain my current situation.
I did the re-treatment for the new side of my jaw on Monday. Will continue after surgery. I hadn’t been in pain before the endodontist went in to clean out the infected area and leave meds in. But thereafter, I was in pain. And the pain has gotten steadily worse. Can barely think. Can’t move my mouth without my cheek movement against my jaw causing pain. Just putting my finger gently on top of the tooth causes pain, a pain deep in my jaw. I cannot sleep. I can’t eat. Even swallowing saliva is painful. I am miserable. And today I even swelled up.
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. It’s so bad that the pharmacist asked why the endodontist hasn’t prescribed antibiotics after she saw the swelling. I told her that unfortunately I’ve been on four whole rounds and it has done NOTHING for me. I’m sick.
So there we go, I’m looking at a commentary on the above verses, and the author (Ellen White) talks about how Jesus says to the uncaring, “When that particular person you didn’t visit was sick, I was the one who was sick. What you did not do for them, is what was not done to me! I was sick. But you didn’t care. I identify with the sick person.”
What Christ was saying to the caring was, “When you visited Thandi and played with her children, you visited ME, for I am her. What you do for her, the concern you exhibit, you exhibit for ME! In the same way she feels grateful, I feel grateful too! I am Thandi. In pain. Sad. Worried. Sleepless. I am in agony. I was worried about the pain talking to my children would bring, and you spoke to my children on my behalf.”
For once, I wasn’t the one who needs to visit. I’m the one who needed to be visited. And Christ gets it. He knows it’s a need. His heart pities me and wants others to pity me too. “I am Thandi. And what you do to her, you do to Me, because I feel her needs,” is the message I got this morning through that chapter.
I’m thankful my children got to spend time with someone who sees them the way Christ sees them. Innocent. Lovely. Special. Treasured.
And I’m thankful my back got a bit of a break during therapy time 😉