I can’t get them out of my mind

Dec 20, 2008Archive

When I step into my warm, warm shower
When I eat until I’m full
When Christmas looms in abundance in the land of plenty
When my son gets that wistful longing to return to Ghana
When I remember their faces, particular faces
When I see my home, its comfort, my life’s ease
When I run past manicured lawns, see the clean lake looming
When the sun rises and falls on a cool day
When I read Jesus’ words about the poor being Him in disguise

I see their faces, their souls, their joy, their needs

and I can’t get them out of my mind.