The Forgotten Have My Eyes on Them

“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in:”

Matthew 25:35

I have a special care for those the world forgets: the poor, the sick, the stranger, the elderly person left alone, the child with no one to properly care for them. And when you draw near to them with compassion, it is me you are serving, even without realizing it.

If your calling leads you toward the small, the forgotten, the ones no one else wants to look at closely, don't think you are wasting your talent in a place of lesser importance. Quite the opposite — you are right at the center of what matters most to me. The world applauds those who rise, who stand out, who arrive first. I applaud those who bend down to lift someone else up.

Keep seeing the ones others prefer not to see. Keep reaching out to the ones no one else reaches for, even when it brings you no status or visibility at all. This is not a detour from your purpose. It is the heart of it, and one day you will understand that it was there, among the forgotten, that you looked the most like me.