The Secret that Unlocks the Giving

How do you open your eyes to see the needs of others, in order to do this given way of living?

This is the question that weighed on my heart, as the concept of living given was being turned over in my mind for the hundredth time. 

When your eyes are looking for it, there's need just about everywhere. And yet, how often do our eyes really stay open throughout every moment of every long day? 

Here I was walking over a frozen solid ground, wondering to myself how you break through the same frozen wrapped around peoples hearts. After all, whats the purpose of all this giving if we're blind to where the needs really are?

I've esteemed it in my heart. I want this life to be spent. I'm hungry for more of this given way. But then there are the days when I go from one task to the next, only to stop and let the fact hit me square in the face-the fact that I crossed paths with countless lives today, and not once did I make an attempt to bring the life of Christ into their day.

How do you train yourself to see the hurt thats hidden deep in hearts? How do you stay aware of each life that's passing you by?

The answer came quiet, you've got to live listening. 

You listen in close to the One who knows every fragment of each of our frail, beating hearts. You listen to the One who's mapping out each day, and ordained each life that will cross your own. His voice is always speaking, it's just a question of whether or not we're ready to hush all of self-focused thought in order to hear what's on His heart.

After all, isn't that what Jesus was sharing about while He walked the dirt roads of life? It's that whole parable of the sheep being separated from the goats. What brought the distinction? What had these men and women, who thought they had it all right, gone and missed that was so blessed important?  

"For I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me.' 
Then they also will answer Him, saying, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to You?' Then He will answer them, saying, 'Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these you did not do it to me." 
(Matthew 25:42-45)

They never learned to listen.

Their ears never learned to hear the voice of their Master. They were shut up in their own little worlds, going about-what they thought to be-a Christian life. They never gave because they failed to look for the need. They withheld the life that they had been given, when all the while, it was meant to be spent.

As I think upon this reality-the essential lesson of listening-my heart feels an ache, "Lord, teach me to hear. May I not be among those who turn a blind eye to you." 

The opportunities to take our grateful hearts and make known the very depth of our thanks to God; they're surrounding us every day. But friends, you and I? We'll never learn to see them when our Bibles lay closed tight on the table. We'll never learn to hear them all the day long, if our hearts aren't all the day long set to seek Him. 

This listening, comes with intimacy. He's done all to make that possible, are we going let it go to waste?

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