While volunteering at a Christian homeless shelter in my city tonight, a homeless man shared a poem that he wrote. It sums up much of what I believe and have shared in my clumsy way. He did it much more eloquently and poignantly. It touched me deeply, and I want to share it with you. Here it is: I was hungry and cold and you prayed for me, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, But I am still hungry and cold. I was hungry and cold and you gave me a hot meal and a coat, I thank you with the greatest of sincerity, But my soul remains empty and a different hunger and cold lingers. I do not want to sound ungrateful or demanding, But could you not do both? Would it be too much to ask? Could you sit with me a while and listen? I am lonely and I can tell you that it is worse than hunger and cold. It is a kind of hunger that food will not satisfy, It is a kind of cold that no flame can warm. I need to know that I matter, That my voice matters, I am grateful for your prayers, I am grateful for your food and your coat, I truly am, but could you not also be a friend?
I really like this poem. Jesus ministered to people both physically and emotionally as well as spiritually. In other words, He ministered to the whole person. We must do the same. Why aren't we?