I was participating in a bible study on the book of Mark a few months ago and during one of our studies while reading over the last few chapters of Mark, I was reminded of Jesus’ love. His love for His people, the hurting, the holier than thou, the sick, the confused, the children, etc. All of them! I began to think, “who are my people”? Well, I do not have time to serve other people, I am a mom to four tiny humans who seem to consume every part of me all the time. But then it dawned on me that my children are “the least of these”. Without their parents they have no food, no clothes, no bed to snuggle in, no warm fire to stand next to. Usually when I think of “the least of these” I think of the homeless, the widowed, the orphaned which is true but this also includes my kids.
Jesus says in Matthew 25:35ff:
35 For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; 36 naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.’ 37 Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink?...The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’
My children are utterly helpless without me and my husband. My children get hungry and act entitled, feel left out and get whiny or grumpy toward me, and need clean clothes yet think I am a working machine that does not need to rest. In their neediness and/or grumpiness I can choose to respond in frustration or I can choose to serve them. I get to serve them.