“And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.’” Matthew 25:40
I vaguely remember Mercy from 2009, but it was a year filled with so many memories (good and bad) that I can’t fully recall it. It was a year when I battled Typhoid and Malaria almost constantly, when I drank dirty water for months without knowing it and it messed up my immune system. Needless to say, it’s a bit of a blur.
When I saw Mercy’s face early this year, and her grandmother reminded me that we helped her those years back, it started to refresh my memory. Not about the specifics of the help we gave, but her beautiful face. It is unforgettable. She had not grown much at all in those 6 ½ years. While my life had progressed and changed drastically, precious little Mercy still lay down, helpless and completely dependent upon her grandmother for everything. It was hard to swallow and hard to see God’s mercy in such a situation. She was suffering, and on top of that trapped in her own mind, unable to speak out. She looked like she had so many stories to tell, but she wouldn’t be given the chance. And yet, in the midst of her suffering and isolation, God allowed our paths to cross once again.
I was not only heartbroken, but stirred to action. What would God have us to do in this situation? I pondered and prayed. Of course, something must be done. I thought of my friend Lois who takes care of orphans and disabled individuals. When she welcomed Mercy to stay at Tender Trust, I was ecstatic. She would not be lacking food or care. She would get help that could improve her situation and strengthen her weak muscles. Maybe no one else could hear Mercy’s cries, but God did. He heard and moved on her behalf.
I was reminded afresh of the faithful and tender love of God for the precious little children, “the least of these.” Her name was fitting. God reminded me of His mercy and unending love for all of us. This both humbled and encouraged me. Oh, Erica of little faith, I thought, why did I doubt the goodness of God? Why does God bless me so much to watch His hand of Love reaching out to the broken and lost? He delights to use me, despite my small faith and my own brokenness.
He is a good, good God and an ever-loving Father. Because He has touched Mercy’s life, and mine, and so many others I have had the privilege to witness, I will never be the same.
In what ways has the mercy of God impacted your life? I would love to hear from you!