Bullied and Mocked

  Isaiah : 53 : 3 

 He is despised and the least among men, a man of sorrows who knows infirmity. And his countenance was hidden and despised. Because of this, we did not esteem him. 

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How many times in my insistence of my right did I fail to recognize your face oh God in the countenance of my brother?  Did I not entertain thoughts within me when I saw you in raggedy clothes, begging for food?  Did I not form in my mind judgments about your chosen way of life living among the fringes of society?  Did I not walk the other way afraid of the confrontation between those that have and those that do not?  Did I not refuse to give you food when you asked me because I reasoned it is merely creating the problems spawned by poverty, homelessness, and unmitigated need?

Lord, I am sorry for my callous shield of unjustified pride.  I am co-equal heirs to my own brothers and sisters whom you created with your own image and likeness.  I should look beyond facades, the external appearance that my senses verify and look within the kinship of souls.  Forgive me, oh God for I have bullied and mocked you in my thoughts and the coldness of my response.  When I see you in my brother as you walk aimlessly on the streets, the spirit that hovers above the face of the earth should pierce my soul to recognize it is you.