Two Worlds

We live in two worlds. Most of the time we never get to see the other world.

This week I went to a funeral for the mother of a boy I befriended earlier this year. He is one of four brothers, who's mother struggled with addiction all her life. When he was born his neighbor took him home from the hospital and adopted him, along with his brothers, because his mother couldn't take care of him. We rarely ever come in contact with people who's lives look like this.

Also the day before the funeral a kid, no older than 16, was shot three times in broad daylight on the street. He was a friend of the boy I befriended. I have met him before but only in passing. He how has two bullets lodged in the back of his neck that the doctors can't take out, and will need cosmetic surgery on his nose.

I understand why we never see this world, it's hard. We protect ourselves from it and who can blame us. Followers of Jesus should be the first crossing over into this world. Showing the rest of the world that as we join the poor in there struggle, learn from them, and love them, we will see Jesus.