Feeling Close to God in the ghetto.

Well it has been an interesting week to say the least. I found it a little bittersweet. I had an interview on Thursday for a really cool internship but because I don’t have a job I had to turn it down. It would have been 4 hours of drive time every week for 3 months. Without gas money that doesn’t really work. I almost think it was a little silver lining. I haven’t really been too excited about much lately. Haven’t really felt much of anything lately. But visiting the Aids project LA really excited me.
It reminded me why I got a degree in psychology in the first place. I can’t remember the last time I felt so alive and excited about something. But just one hour there taught me a lot about myself, others, and my faith. Places like these that truly want to help people… Any kind of people despite gender or race or religion or sexual orientation or past…. These are strangely the places where I feel closest to God. Honestly, this is where I see Jesus hanging out and teaching.
I know that sometimes for many of us we forget that Jesus didn’t hang out with the priests or righteous but rather the prostitutes, thieves, and outcasts. Shouldn’t that tell us something about Him and His expectations for
Us?
When I am blessed enough to get to hangout with the outcasts I feel so much closer to God. I think being away from volunteering and hanging out with them makes me feel a little more lonely and homesick because it is difficult for
me to see Jesus in the righteous, religious, or accepted. This isn’t because these people are bad or are doing anything wrong. This is because for some reason deep inside me God gave me this passion and unexplainable love for the outcast. And when I am spending my time with these outcasts I feel closer to Home. Perhaps this should tell me something about His plan for me?
I seem to have a lot of inward pondering as of late and I felt I should write this blog just so I could visually evaluate them.

 

Leave a Reply

my journey background image