But when [Jesus] saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion for them, because they were weary and scattered, like sheep having no shepherd.
While walking in the crowded streets of the Old City of Jerusalem, an American Christian tourist saw the poorest person he had ever seen—a tiny woman with bare, dirty feet; she was clothed only in a threadbare black garment which she used to cover her face. After she vanished into the crowds, he prayed that God would let him see her again so he might give her the foreign coins in his pocket. Before too long, he was amazed to see her coming toward him. He stopped her, frightening her, and held out a handful of coins and gestured for her to take them, which she did. Although he couldn’t see her face, he could tell that her eyes were grateful as they parted ways.
He had no idea who the woman was—Arab, Christian, Jew, or other. And he knew he would never see her again. But he knew she was desperately poor and that he, with his sunglasses, camera, and nice clothes, was rich by comparison. She had nothing; he had everything. And he had to meet at least part of her need.
Having the life of Jesus in us means having His hands and heart toward those in need. We can’t do everything, but we can do something.
My neighbor is anyone with a need that I am able to meet.