First of all, let me begin by saying I wish I knew your name. I wish I could address this letter “Dear Frank” or “Dear Rita.” But, since I don’t know your name, I would like to start like this…
I did something the other day that I’ve never done before. I rolled down my window and handed you the few dollars I had in my wallet. When our hands reached out to one another, I looked into your eyes. I smiled at you, and told you that you were loved. As I drove away from your puzzled expression, my toddler and I prayed for you.
Can I confess something to you? I’ve driven by you and your sign many times before. And I’m sorry to say that before today, my thoughts have either been selfish or judgemental (or both). I have clung too tightly to what isn’t really mine and I have made assumptions about what you would do with that money, as though it’s my business to make choices for you.
This letter isn’t about me, but please accept my apology.
I don’t know you. I know nothing of your past, present, or future. I don’t know if you’ve made all the right choices mixed with bad fortune, or if you could use some help breaking free from some demons.
But here’s what I do know.
God has been shaking up my Christian world, insisting that I put my money (and my heart) where my mouth is. He has been reminding me that He loves us all EQUALLY. He has been making it ABUNDANTLY clear that I have a job to do on this earth, and it sure as heck isn’t Judging.My purpose on this earth is to L.O.V.E. My job is to not forget that I am a horrid sinner with my own struggles, addictions, and weaknesses. My posture is to be SO COMPLETELY grateful for Jesus and His sacrifice that I WANT TO LOVE LIKE HIM. (Spoiler alert- His love was FREAKING RADICAL.)
Although that day wasn’t the first time I gave a few bucks from my car window, it WAS the first time I really loved you. It was the first time our eyes met and my fear melted away. I saw a child of God. Just like me. I saw someone who was struggling, who was trying, who was forgiven, who was ridiculously, unequivically loved.The beautiful thing about this kind (His kind) of love is that it has zero strings. I don’t know if you would read this and scoff with skepticism or if your heart would be filled with joy. I don’t know where you lay your head at night or if you know Jesus as your Savior. IT DOESN’T MATTER. You are still loved. Always. Unconditionally.
Yes, you are loved by me. But honestly, that’s probably pretty laughable since we do not have an actual relationship. Much more than that, you are loved by a powerful, merciful, and profoundly carming God.
I’m sorry it took so long for me to show you that. I hope that every time we meet in the future, I can give you something. I pray that I will be able to extend my resources, my handshake, my smile. And above all, I hope that when our paths cross, you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you, friend, are loved.