It was a beautiful Fall morning and I had just dropped off my 5 year old at school. I had been putting this trip to the County Health Dept off for a few weeks but alas...I needed to get Jonah (10 months) a 'preservative-free' flu shot (which I paid for).
I walked into a mostly clean but busy clinic. I could hear multiple languages being spoken around me by several translators who worked there.
I can't tell you how struck I was by the demographic. I saw MANY of 'my people' but there was an obvious mix of several cultures, including whites.
The room was completely FULL of people. It was also full of brokenness, humility and despair. In between the silence I caught a few timid smiles and shared a meaningful exchange with some fellow sojourners. In a culture that esteems and values people for their net worth, power, prestige and appearance it was a good reminder of this:
"The sacrifice pleasing to God is a BROKEN spirit.
God, You will not despise a BROKEN and HUMBLED heart." Psalm 51:17
"For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the HEART.” 1 Samuel 16:7
Contrary to popular belief, there is no "other half." We are ALL the same. We are all broken, all in very desperate need of a Savior... and in the vastness that is God's boundless heart...there is a place...for.ALL.of.us.