You know what I saw in Haiti ? I saw Jesus! I saw Jesus all over the place. You know that song “Open my eyes Lord, I want to see Jesus?” Well, every time you open your eyes in Haiti , He’s right there looking back at you.
Most of you are probably familiar with the passage in Matthew 25 that reads–
35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.” 37 Then the righteous will answer Him, “Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink? 38 And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing? 39 And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?”
Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these, you did it to me.
Every time I saw a little child reach out to me with sticky hands, a child that simply wanted me to touch him, I thought of Jesus. What if that’s Jesus reaching out to me? What if that’s Jesus sitting on that bench hungry and alone? What if that’s Jesus that is asking me for shoes to wear or water to drink?
Next time you sing “Open my eyes Lord, I want to see Jesus” pause for a moment and think about it. Do you REALLY want to see Him? Do you want to see Jesus only if you can do it from the recliner in your living room or from the stained glass windows of our church? Are you willing to see Jesus if he hasn’t bathed in awhile? What if when you see him He isn’t a clean-cut, white guy? What if when you see him, he is asking you to give up something…what if He wants you to do something hard?
Whether you’re in Haiti or in Markleville, you can see Jesus. But the real question isn’t whether or not you will see Him, it’s what you will do with Him when you do see Him? What then? That’s Him at our food pantry. That’s Him sitting alone in the back of the church. That’s Him in the not so stylish clothes. That’s Him in the unemployment line.
And now that you see Him, now that you know, take hold of His hand. Give Him your very best. Don’t give him your leftovers, the clothes that went out of style in 1972, the chick peas and butter beans that are at the back of your pantry. Give Him your best. Give Him what you would give Him if he had a big name tag on that says “Hi, My name is Jesus.”
That’s what I saw in Haiti. I saw Jesus. When you see Him this week, tell him I said “hi.”