When God Was Hungry
Jill Carattini
I have a friend who examines life with a flare for the literal. I do not mean to infer she moves about with little imagination, taking life only by fact or as it comes word by word. Quite the opposite, her imagination is always bringing the literal to life--so much so, that I must guard my metaphors and always prepare my ears for an honest accounting. She is the first to laugh when someone mentions "killing time" over the weekend or playing something "by ear." But she is also the first to respond with defeat and disruption when the prophets describe how our iniquities separate us from God or when Jesus depicts himself as hungry, in prison, and sick:
"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me'"(Matthew 25:41-43).
Someone looking for assistance once knocked on my friend's door, and while I was immediately imagining all of the terrible scenarios of what could have happened by opening the door, she was concerned for weeks about a stranger who Jesus described as family. "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me" (25:40).
My friend is right. Scripture is replete with reasons to live in perpetual awareness of the image of God around us. Our neighbors--known and unknown--are of the same birthright as we. As the New Testament puts it, we are all God's offspring. Thus, "Those who despise their neighbors are sinners, but happy are those who are kind to the poor" (Proverbs 14:21). Or, in the words of Christ, "You have heard that it was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you" (Matthew 5:43-44). The apostle Paul continues, "For you were called to freedom, brothers and sisters; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for self-indulgence, but through love become slaves to one another" (Galatians 5:13). The image of God in the stranger we pass on the sidewalk or the colleague within our ranks is unavoidable. And for the Christian community, we are called to consciousness even more so: "If one member suffers, all suffer together with it; if one member is honored, all rejoice together with it. Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it" (1 Corinthians 12:26-27).
In his great memorial oration given at Oxford University Church in 1941, C.S. Lewis masterfully spoke of the weight of glory within each human soul. "There are no ordinary people," said Lewis. "You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilisations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit."(1) Few of us have had someone physically knock on our door asking for food and water. But all of us have had someone knock on our door.
What would the world be like if we took Jesus at his word? "I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink; I was a stranger and you invited me in." What would happen if Christians everywhere treated everyone they came in contact with as if they were treating Christ himself? Lewis gives us an idea: "This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously--no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.... Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses."(2)
The great metaphor of a world of souls confronts us daily in literal flesh. And the King is still replying: I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these siblings of mine, you did for me.
Jill Carattini is managing editor of A Slice of Infinity at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
(1) C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory (San Francisco: Harper Collins, 1980), 39.
(2) Ibid., 40.
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