After listening for weeks to her excuses, I finally agreed that our pre-school would take her two girls for a day so that she could go out and find a job. Well, today was the day. And not only did she bring in her two girls, but also two others girls belonging to a friend of hers.
The beautiful 3 year old and her younger sister were covered in dirt and grime. Their clothes were worn and tattered. But underneath the filth, an unforgettable smile beamed up at me. (This was the same girl we found eating raw meat a few weeks ago at food pantry because she was so hungry and her mother was no neglectful).
We discovered that these girls were absolutely crawling with lice. The teachers did their best to scrub and clean them, but the lice still remain. The best we can do is play with them, but keep them separated from the other children.
Jesus didn't quarantine the lepers, but I must admit that I took my little girl out of the pre-school today and brought her home. Does that mean my love is more limited than His?
This little church is trying its best today to serve the Jesus with lice that has been brought into our company. But it's hard. Sometimes we sure would prefer to serve clean people, but that's not God's call. He wants us to play with the lice-filled ones.
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