In Discovering Jesus in the Least, you’ll walk alongside veteran outreach worker, Chris Ramsey, as he uncovers the depths of God’s love not only for the “most overlooked and ignored” folks in Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood . . . but also for himself.
Ramsey welcomes the reader into his world through a wide variety of short, poignant observations amassed over 25 years. What he discovers will undoubtedly challenge you to examine your own views regarding the poor and the homeless of our 21st century American society.
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YOU’RE NOT ALONE.
I believe this poem does a worthy job at describing that feeling of worthlessness and how a person might respond to it.
Did you know Jesus the Christ understands what it feels like to be thought of as a “nothing”?
He, also, was viewed as a “nobody” by many of the people of his day.
“He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces, he was despised, and we esteemed him not.” (Isaiah 53:3, NIV)
And sadly, I believe that this would still happen today.
If the real Jesus of 2,000 years ago came walking down the street, I am certain that most people would look down on him.
Yet there is a major difference for us today. It is the fact that Jesus (the one that was also viewed as a nothing), has now become our “chief advocate” when we are tempted to view ourselves as nothing. He can relate. In fact, he is able “to sympathize with our weaknesses….” which includes viewing ourselves as nothing. (Hebrews 4:15)
So when you want to feel like “something” or “somebody”, when you feel like “nothing” or “nobody”, just approach Jesus, and tell him exactly how you feel.
How do you think he will respond? Would he tell you how wonderful a creation you are-how much he cares about you? Perhaps he would say, “Who are you, to call yourself “nothing?”…because I sure didn’t.”
Thanks for stopping by, Chris.
THEY KNOW WHO’S BOSS… AND SO DO I!
I was running around checking on preparations for our Saturday afternoon meal and pantry when I felt led to slow down for a moment and talk to the four women who had arrived two and half hours before our starting time.
“Hello, ladies, I just thought I’d stop by a minute, to see how you were all doing?” I said.
They just smiled at me, and giggled among themselves.
“How are you all doing today?”
Again, they just smiled.
“I guess we’re finally getting a little snow and colder weather,“ I said. “Hey, where are you ladies all from, anyway?”
They each looked at each other, at me and then each told me which country they had originally come from. Two were from China, one from Thailand, and one from Vietnam.
None of them could speak or understand much English. But they seemed intrigued that I would stop for a few minutes to “attempt” to communicate with them.
“God bring me to Cornerstone,” one told me. “And you’re the bossy?” she said with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess I’m the bossy,” I replied. “You folks are very nice people.”
“Thank you,” they said, one with English and the others with a nod.
I continued my futile attempts at further communication. But I wasn’t getting very far, so I returned to their previous observation. “ Yeah, I guess, you can say, “I’m the bossy”.
They all just couldn’t help but giggle and smile back at me. Then one said, “You, very good.”
And then I found myself merely responding with a smile and some laughter.
And I couldn’t help but feel loved and appreciated, even though there weren’t too many words understood between each of us.
These four older women from far away countries, had come to Chicago, many years ago, and though they still hadn’t learned much English, they could still communicate their love and thankfulness to all of us at Cornerstone.
I’m just glad that I was listening to my “bossy,” so I could receive this blessing.
Thanks for stopping by. Chris.