Do you ever watch those commercials on TV for World Vision or other programs that feed starving children in places far away? They always start by panning in on the face of a poor child. Then they talk about how they live from day to day.
They show images of children sorting through garbage dumps, living in paper shacks with a large family in one room, flies buzzing around their dirt and tear streaked faces. They live in abject poverty, depravity, hunger, disease on all sides, with no hope for a future. They get you, don’t they? I know they do me.
Let’s change the picture today. We pan in on the face of a blond haired, blue eyed, healthy, tanned, smiling child. We see him or her in the front yard of his parent’s 10 bedroom estate. He’s getting ready to get in mom’s Mercedes, to be taken to his exclusive private school, to be joined by his well to do friends. Well fed, well groomed, well educated, and afforded every luxury and advantage that is possible by his loving parents. They get you don’t they? I know they do me, only in a different way from the first child.
Compare the two; child of poverty versus child of wealth. Loving home versus orphaned street urchin, 3 meals a day of the best food money can buy versus eating out of a garbage dump, Nike and Prada versus dirty callused bare feet. Some comparison isn’t it.
Here’s the most important question and think hard; which child needs Jesus more? Do we base how we react on what appears to be the person with the greatest need? Consider the story of the rich man and Lazarus in the gospel of Luke. What do we know about these two individuals?
Lazarus was a beggar! He was covered in sores. He was obviously homeless. He probably even had a unique odor that surrounded him. He wasn’t popular or handsome. He was a beggar! He was that child in the commercial.
The rich man was, well, a rich man. Fair-haired, well fed, clothed in the finest linen. He had the best chariot; he went to the best schools, lived in the finest home. In other words he had need of nothing. His life was a fairy tale from start to finish. He had it all!
When Lazarus died, do you think they had a great funeral for him at the local temple? Did all of his friends come out and say wonderful things about him and the life he lived? Did they tell of his great charitable works and what a wonderful person he was? Did they weep over the loss of a person of such great power and influence? Did the funeral procession stretch for miles? Did the local media report of the great loss? Not for Lazarus, no. But for the rich man, yes.
Lazarus was probably taken to the local potter’s field and buried in a shallow grave amongst the rest of the paupers and the disenfranchised. No words were probably even spoken over his grave. After all, he was a poor homeless loner with no family, no friends, nothing.
But you see, we still haven’t answered my question; who needed Jesus more? “We” would say that the poor guy who had nothing is the one who needed everything. He after all had nothing, so he needed Him the most. He couldn’t help himself, so he needed the most help. The rich man had it all. What could he possibly need? That’s our perception. Matthew chapter 25 says that if we do it to the least of these, we do it unto Him. Makes sense, but which one is the least of these?
So let’s take a step back for a minute and examine this from a heart prospective. What does God see that we don’t see? And why are we not moved at the plight of those who seemingly “have it all”? You see, sin is like cancer. It starts as a microscopic organism and as it consumes it grows. You can’t usually see cancer. The person looks healthy. How much easier it would be if all cancer was like skin cancer, growing on the outside for all to see. But it’s not.
In the final analysis, the rich man’s condition was not visible, but like cancer, it was there. What was on the outside was sweetness and light, but inside darkness and despair. He didn’t have a relationship with the one who made him. The consequences of not knowing are deadly.
But we’re not moved by that image. We see with our finite eyes. If we could see the infinite condition of a man’s heart, then we would be moved. Our attitudes would be changed. We’d see as God sees.
We need to be moved. We need to have compassion for very person, not just the ones we deem as worthy. You see, if we see as God sees, we’ll be changed. If we know the quiet desperation of the human condition and not just of the need for food, shelter, clothing and medical care, we would be moved. We would be moved as God was when he saw our condition and did the only thing that could be done, giving His One and only for us.
It’s time we’re changed. It’s time we’re moved. Time’s running out for so many.
Are you? Be one…