“Then it happened that as Jesus was reclining at the table in the house, behold, many tax collectors and sinners came and were dining with Jesus and His disciples.” (Matthew 9:10)
Last night Wendy and I were having dinner at Carrow’s Restaurant in Campbell when we suddenly noticed something weird happening. Somehow everyone coming into the restaurant had some disability – one guy was on crutches, a couple old ladies who had difficulty walking, an old guy who kept mumbling to himself and apparently is mentally disabled, and even a blind dude came into Carrow’s. Then suddenly in the middle of their dinner, a man who’s on breathing tubes had to carry his wife out of the restaurant because she suddenly couldn’t breathe. It was surreal. Wendy and I were joking and saying that the food made them that way. But that dinner experience was a simple reminder that there are hurting people all around us. In His day, Jesus was called a “friend of the sinners.” I think that would be a good title for our lives to aspire toward if we want to go beyond WWJD and actually do it.