I imagine Jesus going to the blind, beggars, lepers, sick, demon-possessed, and little children: and I bet he fit right in. Maybe no one could tell it was Jesus from afar, because they expected someone cleaner. I wonder if Jesus bent down on one knee to the girl with the cleft lip, touched her face, and called her beautiful. I wonder if he prayed for her right on the spot, hugged her, pulled back her hair and told her to smile. I wish I could’ve seen her light up, throw off all insecurity, and do something worthy with her life. That’s what Jesus is about. I want to be about that too.
— originally posted here on my Tumblr
J.S. Park: Hospital Chaplain, Skeptical Christian 
What a scene of love, compassion, non-judgment, selfless respect, delight in the infinite diversity of creation, simple service, non-glamorous ministry. Breath-taking away to breathe better!
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