heart ache It hurts. Not a sharp pain, more of a dull ache. A haunting that you slowly notice as the numbness fades away. A haunting of those desperate souls one tries so very hard to ignore when they are there before you.

Dirty, gnarled, even missing hands that press against the window of the van. Dark and insistent, sometimes pleading, sometimes indignant eyes staring right into you, deep into you, as you wait for the traffic to move on so they will give up on you.

I sit in a heavy traffic jam in a roundabout in Dhaka, Bangladesh. And once more the van is surrounded by beggars.

A mother with a naked baby, a woman who looks very old but probably isn’t. A boy holding up another who has a huge growth on his abdomen. And others, all looking so desperate, so far from the image of God that they were created to be. And I want so hard to ignore them.

I just want them to go away.

But I’ve just read a friend’s book about Matthew 25, the sheep and the goats, the day before arriving in Bangladesh. As it turns out, it’s a rather convicting combination — the words of Jesus and a face-to-face encounter with the desperate poor. And so I have to do something.

I know it will bring even more desperate souls to our very stuck van, but I look to Thomas, the driver. He lowers the window a bit and I start to hand out Takas — 100 here, 10 there.

It doesn’t really add up to much and I wonder why I haven’t done this before. Perhaps because, before, I didn’t have the image in my heart of Jesus saying,

“This is me. I am the hungry, I am the sick, I am the least of these. What will you do?”

I was also just so weary, returning to the hotel each night with images of the poor, of people robbed of health and hope and dignity. I was tired of feeling numb to it during the day, and haunted by it at night as I lay in bed wondering if I should have done something. It was eating away at me.

People weren’t meant to live like this. And that, I think, is what Jesus was trying to get us to not only understand, but to feel and to feel deeply.

So the next day, here I am again. And like the day before, there are more heartbreaking scenes.

A young boy pushes a man who is not much more than a skeleton in a wheel chair. A woman with hollow, sunken eyes taps on my window, hoping for a moment of charity.

A man too sick to beg is sprawled face down in the dirt by the side of the road as streams of commuters walk around him. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t move at all.

And I find myself trying to be numb again. Somehow the fear has returned: If I help this one then the line will never stop.

Five thousand will line up and the loaves and fish will run out and I’ll be left with nothing and still they will come. I don’t know what to do with this. I don’t know how to respond.

One day they are the image of Jesus. The next day His image slips away. And I realize the horror of those who will one day ask Jesus, “When did we see you hungry?”

There is great beauty, too, in Bangladesh. Beauty that contrasts so starkly with the sorrow. It highlights the injustice of poverty, the inequality of it all that conspires to destroy the lives of people created and loved by God.

That such sorrow continues to destroy so many lives is an affront to the One who created us all.

So how do we respond to such entrenched need? Such injustice? Because regardless of our politics or our theology, it is injustice that a child is born into extreme poverty.

It is injustice that he becomes sick and cannot afford to be treated. That his sickness leads to a disfigurement and his disfigurement leads to rejection. That he is doomed to a life of begging in the dust. And that nothing he can do can change that.

No matter what we might believe, this is not right. This is not fair.

And man, it all just aches inside — especially in the alone and quiet moments.

But if the choice is between the heartache or the numbness, we must choose the heartache. We must trust that it will lead us to a godly response and to the God who chose solidarity with “the least of these.”

Because to protect ourselves with numbness is to surrender a vital part of our souls that a Christian cannot afford to forfeit. And to feel the ache compels us to ask some very hard questions.

Questions about how much we believe. Because, in the end, we should want our faith to be alive — and so the words of James haunt us through time: “Faith without works is dead” (see James 2:14-26).

It is so easy to argue away the theology when we are safe and comfortable in the pews of suburbia, but so much different on the streets of Dhaka — a place that cries out for the pure religion that God accepts.

I still wrestle with how I did not change the lives of so many of the people I came across in Bangladesh. How easy it is to judge the priest and the Levite until you are the one who comes across the man lying in the street (or tapping on the window).

And then, then it is so much easier to look away or to cross the street to the other side.

So while we may wish, in the moment, that these poor souls would just move on, that they would see us in our hurry and give up on us for someone more charitable, in the end it would be so very tragic if they — these souls who are so close to God’s own heart — were to give up on us.

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  1. Kate
    May 18, 2012
    at 8:01 am

    Is the little girl in the last photo sponsored? She looks pretty happy to have that huge piece of sugarcane…..

    • Jacquie Parella
      May 22, 2012
      at 3:25 pm

      Hi Kate! Yes, she is sponsored. Thanks for checking. :)

  2. May 18, 2012
    at 12:10 pm

    Thanks for doing such a great job of helping us to feel what you felt. For making their plight become more real to us. I know you are doing all you can do to help. If God asks more of you then do more, but don’t let yourself get discouraged that you can’t do it all. And thanks for lighting a fire under the rest of us!

  3. May 18, 2012
    at 10:10 pm

    Well done, Christopher.

    “But if the choice is between the heartache or the numbness, we must choose the heartache.”

    Yes! Thank you!

  4. May 20, 2012
    at 5:13 pm

    “How easy it is to judge the priest and the Levite until you are the one who comes across the man lying in the street (or tapping on the window).” – What a challenge! Thanks (sincere not sarcastic) for sending this thought echoing through my mind and heart.

  5. May 21, 2012
    at 10:42 am

    This is beautiful, Christopher. Very moving. Thank you for sharing it.

  6. May 21, 2012
    at 9:58 pm

    encouraging and inspiring work thankyou Christopher. most recently God led me on a medical mission trip to Cambodia with Harvest of Hope. The poverty I witnessed has changed my life,I could feel and see the love of our Father prevailed in the midst of poverty.. One person can make a difference, Florence Nightingale, Mother Theresa truly inspiring Christians.
    Mat 5:16 “In the same way let your light shine before others that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven”. With his grace may we show his love to the world.


  7. Stephanie T. Green
    Nov 10, 2012
    at 7:46 am

    Found this article while searching for information on Bangladesh. I sponsor 4 children there and feel a certain love for the people in this dark place. Thank you for helping me remember why I care so deeply for them and thank you for encouraging me to keep up my work.

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