Welcome to live free Thursday
That hill is what is between me and my wonderful neighbors/friends house, and my other close friend lives in my duplex, so it is just so fun.
I was reminded to day the beauty of community.
The gift of stopping life to just play.
I think we should that more often.
Now my love language according to the love language test is touch. Which sounds so hokey, but I really do love it when I get a good ol’ fashioned hug. It just fills my heart .
But when I think of the power of touch, a story comes to mine that I will never forget.
Stricken with a disease that made you unclean, unfit, unable to be in society. Alone . Condemned.
When I lived in Nepal I visited a large leprosy hospital. I walked up and down hospital wards full of those people that were stricken with a disease that made them look “untouchable”.
Many of them would live out their days in this leprosy colony.
I will never forget the hug.
I was talking with a lady clearly suffering from leprosy. Her skin was grossly damaged and very hard to look at.
But she was a lady in need of love.
I hugged her and told her Jesus loved her.
As I hugged her, she sobbed.
She said you are the first person besides a doctor to touch me in years.
I pray in the moment she felt Jesus touch her to.
Jesus touches us. He declares us clean. Holy. Uncondemned. No longer set apart.
He has touched me.
When was the last time we celebrated the power of a touch?