Just an object without a name?
Recent encounters
with government agencies made me know, first-hand, the many ways our society turns us into nameless, faceless objects. Someone else was ‘in control’ of my life and that they
cared little, if at all, about me.
From that experienced I developed real fear, a sense of helplessness, that I cannot recall ever feeling
in the same in my entire lifetime.
I
thought back to times when I did prison outreach work and what some of those men and women told me about
being trapped and afraid. They were not
Jim Smith or Jane Jones to the system. They were a case or a number, their
identity ripped away. Now, I 'got it.' It’s so much easier to deal with things than it is with
people! That’s why we depersonalize
others before we exploit them.
Are you feeling
like a number?
Does it seem to you that no one really cares if you exist?
Does it seem to you that no one really cares if you exist?
Mark tells us a story about Jesus’ love for a
person who was invisible to the world.
She had an “issue of blood,” (KJV) the Bible says. This means she bled
constantly as if her menstrual period never stopped. "She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had
spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse."
(Mark 5:26, NIV) Chronic illness, left
broke by those who could not help – that’s terrible. Left unsaid is that she
was ritually unclean, isolated from general society, unable to attend
synagogue, making others who risked contact with her ritually unclean as
well! Complicating matters,
generally those who suffered as she did were thought to be under the judgment
of God, receiving what they deserved.
One day, she took
a huge risk. She heard about a healer named Jesus, that He was coming to her
town. “She slipped in from behind and
touched his robe. She was thinking to herself, “If I can put a finger on his
robe, I can get well.” The moment she did it, the flow of blood dried up. She
could feel the change and knew her plague was over and done with.” (The
Message. Mark 5:27)
But Jesus knew she
needed more than physical healing. Her heart was broken and so He stopped and
asked, “Who touched me?” His disciples
chided Him for the ridiculous question. “You
see the people crowding against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can
ask, ‘Who touched me?’” (Mark 5:31, NIV) The woman, who was trembling with fear Mark
says, emerged from the shadows and identified herself. Tenderly, lovingly, Jesus finishes her
healing! How? She expects a rebuke from
Him for making Him unclean. She’s used
to being an object but instead He gives her dignity. "Jesus said to her, “Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now
you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague.” (Mark 5:34, The Message) Daughter! It’s a relational word. She’s not
just ‘woman.’ She’s not just ‘unclean.’
She’s a daughter of God, a person who matters enough that the Master will look
her in the eyes and call her His own!
Deep emotion wells
up in me as I read that and, by faith, know that He knows MY name, too. In a world of billions of people, where I am
often an object or useful only for my work, He loves ME. And, Christian friend,
He loves YOU. Ask Him to heal you. Take a step of faith to present yourself, as
you are, to Him. My prayer is that the
quiet voice of the Spirit will answer with the revelation that He knows YOU.
Here’s the word
from the Word. “Dear friends, don’t be
afraid of those who want to kill your body; they cannot do any more to you
after that. But I’ll tell you whom to fear. Fear God, who has the power to kill
you and then throw you into hell. Yes, he’s the one to fear. “What is the price
of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of
them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you
are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows." (Luke
12:4-7, NLT)
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Love
Me
He cries in the corner where nobody sees,
He's the kid with the story no one would
believe.
He prays every night, “Dear God, won't
You please,
Could You send someone here who will
love me?”
Her office is shrinking a little each
day,
She's the woman whose husband has run
away.
She'll go to the gym after working today,
Maybe if she was thinner,
Then he would've stayed,
And she says…
“Who will love me for me,
Not for what I have done,
Or what I will become?
'Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means.”
He's waiting to die, as he sits all alone.
He's a man in a cell who regrets what he's done.
He utters a cry from the depths of his soul,
“Oh Lord, forgive me, I want to go home.”
He's a man in a cell who regrets what he's done.
He utters a cry from the depths of his soul,
“Oh Lord, forgive me, I want to go home.”
Then he heard a voice somewhere,
Deep inside and it said,
“I know you've murdered and I know
you've lied,
I have watched you suffer all of your
life,
And now that you'll listen I'll tell you
that I…”
I will love you for you,
Not for what you have done,
Or what you will become.
I will love you for you,
I will give you the love,
The love that you never knew.
David Heller | JJ Heller
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