One day when I was running to catch the bus, I saw a man on crutches slowly hobbling across the street. After pausing for a moment, I did what I wish I would do more often: I stopped my hurry to help him.
Once up close and personal, I realized that he was more than a man with a broken foot. He was a man who was dirty. He was a man who was hungry. He was a man who had needs.
One of the things he needed was pain medication, so I crossed to the side of the street he had just come from and filled his prescription at the pharmacy. When I returned with his medication, he thanked me in the most uncomfortable way:
he took both of my hands and kissed them.
I had just experienced the reality that Jesus’ command to “Go” and his command to “Love” both require me to leave my comfort zones. And yes, I’m talking about the dirt and the poverty and the need … but mainly about the kisses.
And what about you? What comfort zones are you having to cross in order to help reach your city for Jesus?