Some memories make me sad!

Some memories really do make me sad. Last May at our India conference our friend, Ezekiel, opened with a wonderful devotion. He told us the story of a leper who came to a church and became a Christian.

When he was asked why he had come to the church he said, "A man gave me money and he held my hand when he put the money in it. No one ever touches a leper. He said he was giving the money in the name of Jesus Christ. I wanted to know that same Jesus who would make a man do such a kind thing."

After the conference was finished we had time two hours for shopping on the main shopping street in Bangalore. There was a huge downfall of rain because the monsoon season was beginning.

It was dark after the rain and I headed for one of the stores. A leper came toward me and asked for money. His fingers were stubs and he had rags wrapped around his hands and up on his arms.

I remembered what Ezekiel had said as I gave the man money. But I could not make myself touch him when I did so. I wish so much that I had held his hand.

Some memories make me very sad.