Case Manager - Conway Ministry Center
The last several weeks have shown us a heightened sense of urgency as we work on each individual cases and try to help the best way we know how. We long for our clients to catch a glimpse of Jesus while they wade through some pretty rough waters that life brings. We are a small staff of people dedicated to a large group of people. They have come to us during some of the worst times of their lives and maintaining a level of composure and love towards many desperate lives takes a daily surrender to the message that God would have us give that day. A message of hope, of love, of joy: those are the attributes I ask God for every morning so that I can pass them along to a sometimes very sad world.
Several weeks ago, as I pulled onto the street that leads to the parking lot, a man doing the best he could with his aging body, began to run behind my car. As I pulled into my spot, I realized that it was me he was chasing. "Mrs. Sarah! Mrs. Sarah!" he yelled as he got closer. I immediately started to look around to make sure I was safe from whatever was causing this man to run with such urgency and was astonished when he asked me such a heartbreaking question:"Have you found me somewhere to live yet?" Long story short, the simple answer was no.
Saint Teresa, fondly remembered as Mother Teresa, began her ministry to the poor as one person backed by a powerful God who called her to live amongst those she was called to take care of. She was once quoted saying, "Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat." She was met by crowds everywhere she went, especially in the later years of her ministry as people began to recognize the work she did to help people.
Even Jesus, in Mark 4, withdrew from the crowds of people coming to see him because he recognized that sometimes what people needed were not always what they were asking for. A soft answer, a heart that cared and took time to empathize with the person telling it: these were the things that brought people back.
I am no Mother Teresa, and there are some days when I am simply overwhelmed by the sheer number of people who come hoping that their story will fall on the ears of someone who cares for them; who offers them a hope that she was once given, whom is Jesus Christ. I fail some days, oftentimes throwing myself at the foot of the cross where I remember how God heard my cry from His holy mountain. and it is those days that He reminds me that He will bring harvest to what little I have planted because that's what He does.