Today, I walked by a house.
It looked the same as always, but something inside seemed different. Maybe the night before, an ambulance tried to bring the last breath of air to the elderly man who lived there alone. Or perhaps until yesterday, there were two ex-lovers living there, who didn’t want to fight anymore. Or it might be that the day before yesterday, a mother living there took the last can of tuna from the pantry for her several children, with no idea how to replenish it before they get hungry again.
Which of all the houses I passed today am I talking about? I have no way of knowing. Almost all of them looked normal, almost all had their windows closed. As closed as the hearts of the people I also encountered. I don’t know their stories either, nor their secrets from yesterday and the day before. Perhaps as desolate as those houses, looking normal on the outside, but with a deep emptiness inside. A void shaped like a cross, in need of bread and water that can only come from Him.
This world needs You so much, Jesus!