He asks us to pray for him. Everywhere he goes, every ordinary person he talks to, he asks us to pray for him.
He is not interested in being driven in the most expensive car, or airplane, or being seen eating at the most expensive restaurants. He is not interested in any of the trappings of power and prestige. He does not use things to prove his worth.
He is the antithesis of the arrogant hedge fund manager, the cocky, self-obsessed tech billionaire, the uncaring CEO who puts his own bonus before the good of the workers he is supposed to serve.
He uses the infuence he has to try to re-focus us on the humanity of those within our world who have the least. Those are images we don’t want to see, but again and again, he holds them up so that when our attention is on him we cannot help but see them.
His calling is to remind us that it is not any man’s job to judge others, but rather to live a life, every day, that touches that part of every human heart calling for us to be our best, encouraging us to keep trying to be better, pointing out to us the blessings of the grace we ourselves have so often received.
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shadows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight…
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again…
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident…
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
~ “To be of use” by Marge Piercy