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[bodytext] => Untouchable My Dear Friend, Jesus, I am ever so grateful for Your touch. Many of us often feel untouchable by mankind. Some of us have oozing sores, others of us have slept by the dumpster too long and we are filthy, some of us walk the streets at night, trying to make a living, while others of us mourn…but no matter the reason, we can feel untouchable. And even if we are loved, it is often from a safe distance. Some of us feel like we reside inside a chalk-drawn circle and few venture in close enough for a touch and stay to exchange words. Does our pain or filthy rags stop them? Will they catch what we have? Will they become dirty if they touch our unwashed skin? Will sorrow soon catch them if they grieve too long with us? What makes us shy away, Lord? Has the “tidied up and put away” focus of society caused us to turn away from the broken down, the hobbling, the slowly dying, or the poor sections of town? If I desire to be like You, Jesus, I will not turn away. You didn’t: “When he came down from the mountainside, large crowds followed him. A man with leprosy came and knelt before him and said, ‘Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.’ Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man, ‘I am willing,’ he said. ‘Be clean!’ Immediately he was cured of his leprosy.” Matthew 8:1-3, NIV You amaze me, Jesus! You never shy away from sick, wretched conditions of any kind. In fact, You used some pretty strong language with the teachers of the law during the years You were on earth: “These people make a big show of saying the right thing, but their hearts aren’t in it. They act like they’re worshiping me but don’t meant it.” Isaiah 29:13, MSG When I said I’d follow You, no matter where You lead, then I must follow You to the dumpster, to the poor parts of town, into nursing homes, and into the arms of those who are in pain, depressed, hurting, lost. Thank You, Jesus for Your example. Please give me the desire to follow and the strength to be Your hands, Your feet, Your heart to anyone You place in my path. Love You forever, Your Daughter [comments] => 0 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 11 [informant] => picklepuss [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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