For a while I worked in a chemist. Whilst I had this job, there was a man who came in everyday day to drink the green grunge that her heroin addicts have to take, methadone. He was probably homeless and he smelt. Badly. The smell was so bad you could almost taste it. Everyone would try to avoid going near him, if at all possible, and, I’m ashamed to admit, I did too.
After a while God challenged me on this. You see, we are called to love everyone, no matter what. I wasn’t doing that, I was probably making that man feel pretty bad by subtly trying to avoid serving him. Pretending to do something else when I saw him coming.
After all, God loved me when I was still a mess.
There’s a story in the bibe about a father and two sons. You probably know it, but it’s a…
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