There is a kid named Nik on my street who is literally the most invasive and annoying 12 year old you could ever meet. Always coming over and walking into my house unannounced, he never stops talking, he tortures my cat, and has a perfect knack for showing up at the exact moment I want to be left alone. He is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
At first I simply ignored him. Then I became overly direct and asked him to leave me alone; but he kept coming over. Eventually I would go out of my way to ignore him by taking the long way to work and pretending I did not see him when he chased after me to talk. It was then that I realized that being a jerk did not show him Christ. And because Jesus was supposed to be the center of my life I needed to start acting like it, whether I wanted to or not.
My job is not to be comfortable or have things go my way on earth because this is not my permanent home. This concept is hard for me and most Americans to grasp because our entire lives are spent being more comfortable and safe. Every commercial on TV is for a product that makes life easier. We avoid pain at all costs, and by avoiding pain we avoid the ones who hurt the most. Jesus said that "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners" (Mark 2:17). Being covered in muck, filth, and frustration is the furthest thing from appealing, yet that is exactly where we as Christians need to be. Jesus is not a fire escape for one, but a recovery clinic for many.
With this verse resounding in my head, I went to Nik’s house to invite him over only to meet his father instead. In the four words he hollered that were not swear words I decoded that his son was out. Returning home I found him, right where he always is: at my door, eager to siphon my free time. But this time I welcomed him into the hospital, salving his wounds with friendship and easing his pain with love. For the first time, he breathed free from hurt. He was so overjoyed to have an environment of recovery that he stayed for hours! When it finally came time for him to head home, he asked but one thing: “Can I come over tomorrow?”
Helping the hurting is not a perfect process. In fact Nik still bugs the life out of me sometimes, but he needs love whether it’s easy or hard.
We are directed by God himself to love unconditionally. If we do not, who will?


