Does it matter that it matters?  Shouldn’t we be removed, isolated, disengaged, uncaring, unresponsive, untouched by those around us, their opinions feelings and moods?  If this is my planet and I am the captain of my ship, who cares naught for the crew, for they just be hired hands.  Acceptable to simply forget the one person who has fallen from the ranks or the two people to whom I owed forgiveness and apology or is there some internal obligation that requires it is consequential, what they think?  Does it have to matter?  Is it possible for each of us to go our own way, blinding and silencing ourselves to the abominations and plights of the world around us?  Is that okay to just live your way and if something pleases or displeases it is collected or discarded based upon that criteria?  How do we view the man who cares about them all?  Just a fool perhaps to be pitied for caring he ought turn casual eye?

This thing hurts, this life.  It hurts to see everyone going through it alone, tired, hungry, cold, disenfranchised with nothing but a sad story of victimization that earns you nothing but a handful of change.  What a predicament when we first become disengaged from humanity.  Not only those who are the outsiders but the insiders themselves, who must develop, accept and project a tapestry of understanding upon the world that they see the haves and have nots and avoid or engage upon that understanding.  Yes, their stories are atrocious, they are difficult to ingest and frankly easy to sidestep, ignore and forget while set about more important things, the things of “my” day.  But isn’t that even more evidence that each meeting is a test of my own perspective?  For if I view them nuisance, then I have made a discerning judgment based upon my need cylinder that places my time, assets and treasure and schedule above those things which God calls precious?

They stink.  Yes, and so do I, it is just that I have fresh water, soap and even a hose if necessary to wash from me the troubles and perspiration of my walk in this world.  I know what it takes to be a pleaser of men, that I might be classified as a Have and find myself acceptable, relevant, passing muster for every occasion.  What if I were to forgo my hygienic rituals for several days or even a week?  Oh, then I risk becoming unpleasing to the masses, avoidable, inconsistent with public norms.  What if I took every homeless person, gave them a shower and a meal at the beginning of each day.  Would they then become relevant or remain expendable to our imaginations?

Each of us was crafted by God.  Some are having a harder time reckoning that fact than perhaps I have experienced, but all are important to Him.  Perhaps the next person I fail to ignore, truly loving them as God intended me, might find in himself the spark to reach perfect understanding.  Will I take the risk?  Will I pay the price of forgetting my own endless appetites for gratification, necessary to taking care of someone else simply out of obedience to a holy and righteous God who first saved me?  I don’t know folks,  I hear so many complaints about homeless people in every city but see so few actually trying to do something about the problem of their disengagement from the body public.  Perhaps no one cares or no one is watching and I will not be held accountable for the sheep I have ignored for my own purposes.  Ah, but I know different.  I serve a God who sees all, accounts for all and will be requiring of me an explanation for what I have done with the assets given me.  Does it matter that it matters?  Well each of us must answer that question from our own hearts.  In Jesus’ Name.