A Cup in His Name

A Cup… in His Name
In the mid 1980s, famine in Africa held our attention. Every night on the news we saw graphic images of extreme human need. Speeches were given, money was raised and everyone sang “We Are The World.”

Eventually, the images faded and lost their edge, the money was dispersed, and the song felt old. For most of us, the memory is dull and the movies in our minds have long been traded for new ones.

But everyday… somewhere in this world, one scene replays… as if the author of human suffering is constantly rehearsing his dark drama.

They’re  always there… 
                                these hands… 
a scoop of rice…a bit of bread… a cup of water…

so simple

“And whoever gives to one of these little ones
even a cup of cold water because he is a disciple,
truly, I say to you, he shall not lose his reward.”