We talk a lot about the needy here at Denver Rescue Mission. It makes sense. Part of our mission is to meet people at their physical and spiritual points of need. But I think it’s very easy to elevate myself to a different category. Surely, I’m not needy. I have a home and food to eat.
This morning I listened to a hymn, Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy. Of course, I thought of the people in our shelter and in our programs. But it resonated with me. The posture of my heart shifted: I am needy. I am weak. I am wounded.
I need Jesus just as much as the people we serve.
Shame on me for elevating my opinion of myself. For assuming that having basic needs met disqualifies me from a spiritual neediness.
Someone once said this to me (forgive me for not remembering who): May we reach across to help someone rather than down.
I hope that we can see our own depravity and shortcomings and realize that we are no higher, no better, than the man or woman on the street. That we can stand next to people in unity rather than reaching down to help people up.
Would you join me in acknowledging the neediness in your own life today? The areas you need help in? Where your own strength does not suffice?
I hope this song shows you that all are welcome to share in “God’s free bounty.”