Matt 25:35-40
'For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me. "Then the righteous will answer Him, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? 'And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? 'When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?' "The King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.”
When we go to India we don’t try to be Jesus to them. They are Jesus to us. When we come across a person crippled with polio, that person is Jesus. When we see an elderly woman so sick with diabetes that she can’t sit up on her cot when we visit her, that woman is Jesus. When we come across a dirty, smelly, wild man, possessed by demons, rejected and hated by everyone in his village, that man is Jesus. The little girl dressed in rags begging beside the road – that little girl is Jesus. The prostitute with AIDS… Jesus. You get the idea! ( to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me)
'For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me. "Then the righteous will answer Him, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? 'And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? 'When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?' "The King will answer and say to them, 'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.”
When we go to India we don’t try to be Jesus to them. They are Jesus to us. When we come across a person crippled with polio, that person is Jesus. When we see an elderly woman so sick with diabetes that she can’t sit up on her cot when we visit her, that woman is Jesus. When we come across a dirty, smelly, wild man, possessed by demons, rejected and hated by everyone in his village, that man is Jesus. The little girl dressed in rags begging beside the road – that little girl is Jesus. The prostitute with AIDS… Jesus. You get the idea! ( to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me)
