Love With Your Eyes [Glorious Fast - Part VII]

"...and that thou bring the poor that are [afflicted] to thy house?

When thou seest the naked, that thou cover him, 

and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?"

There are times, many times, when answers are not enough.
When the most eloquently chosen words are still a mockery...

Because what are words when I am dying of leprosy, and you are not?
What are words when I am naked, and you are warmly clothed?
What are words when we could have been siblings, when our fates could have been reversed, but you turn away because you'd rather not see my open sores?

I'll tell you exactly what words are then. Even, at times, the well meaning ones...

Shame. Shame and mockery...

Ok, whatever. So I won't talk.
Oh, but what is silence!?

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Many feel as though they don't have the words anyway.
I'm here to go on record saying that that is no limitation.
You can still "bring," you can still "cover..."

You can still open your arms and wrap them around the neck of a dying, reeking, sick child the Highest, and hold them to your heart, unguarded.
You can look steady and strong into the eyes of the naked and afraid, and prove to them that love can see past their lack.

Oh, and you might get the stench of death all over you.
But you might also release a soul from the grip of shame.

Dirty work? You might call it that. I don't.
You know Jesus touched the leprous skin to make it whole.

Oh, love with your hands, your arms, your eyes...
And if your hands get covered in grime, no matter.

Have you ever, have you ever watched darkened eyes light up?