Invisible People

By Stephanie Anna Breznau

Once a week, my amazing husband watches the kids while I go out by myself for a few hours to run errands. I’m certainly blessed to have a husband who cares so much about me and enjoys helping with our kiddos.

Recently, on one of my excursions I decided to stop by our local Salvation Army. My goal was to get in and get out, and score a bunch of kid’s clothes for cheap.  As I was perusing through old and dusty clothing, I heard right next to me, “Excuse me? Excuse me!”

I turned and there stood a little, elderly lady looking up at me. She probably only reached to my shoulders, thick glasses covered sparkly eyes, her white hair was covered in a tan scarf, and she tightly clutched her worn purse. I turned to her and smiled, asking how I might help her.

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She smiled back and showed me a t-shirt with ducks on it – apparently it was from the Peabody Hotel. She asked me, “Have you ever been to the Peabody Hotel in Memphis?” I told her I had not and she continued on with her story of visiting the hotel, how fun it was (though expensive), and how she loved the duck pond in the lobby. I started noticing different ladies walking by, peering down their noses at her in disdain, perhaps at the volume with which she was telling her tale, or maybe at the old fashioned quality of her clothing. Although, at first, impatient to be interrupted from my search, God pricked my conscience that she was more important than any measly “deal” I was to find that day.

So I relaxed and decided to enjoy my conversation with her and she started to reveal more of herself to me. She talked about her fur and video tape collections, her daily trips on the bus, how her husband died years ago, and of living alone. After her short but eager vignette, she thanked me for listening to her, gave me a coupon for another nearby thrift store, and continued on her way.

Invisible people… I was reminded there are people like her everywhere, but to how many of them do I give the time of day? I want my heart to always be tender toward those who God puts in my path. I could have just passed her by, just like all the dusty clothing on the racks.

Instead, by God’s grace, Jesus opened my eyes to the hurting and needy around me. As I left the store that day I couldn’t shake this thought: I need to see the invisible people – the people Jesus sees and cares about even when no one else does.

“Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.” (James 1:27)

Help me be like You, Jesus. Give me Your eyes so I can see the people that are invisible to everyone but You…

 

Author: Stephanie Breznau

Stephanie lives in Michigan where she daily laughs with her two funny munchkins and handsome pastor husband (of 7 years) and thoroughly enjoys life. She loves reading British literature, watching sci-fi and Jane Austen movies, thrifting, drinking tea and coffee, and trying to sparkle as much as humanly possible. She is immensely grateful for the beautiful and grace-filled people who she and her husband are privileged to minister to every day at North Park Baptist Church of Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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  1. I have to say that there are more people like that then we well ever know. I work in a thrift store and a lot of the customer are just lonely and they need a ear to hear. You were blessed that day with her story.

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  2. Stumbled on to this when I was looking through the Church website. It’s unfinished, but I was thinking along those same lines…first verse in particular…

    Verse: I want to live like You
    To be able to love like You
    To be able to – see the world – through God colored eyes.
    I want to learn to serve
    humbly on bended knee
    with compassion – for the ones – who escape others’ eyes

    Chorus: Oh could it be – that You’re calling me – to something much deeper?
    Do I hear a call – from the Spirit within – to awaken the sleeper?
    Re-make me – I pray
    To walk – in your ways
    And turn on the light – that I might shine bright – and turn night into day.

    Verse: I know my flesh will say
    (that) there is a price to pay,
    But it has been – done before – by one greater than I
    So then, why would I refuse
    to walk in my Master’s shoes?
    I’ve been told – that I am not bold – but still, I must try.

    Chorus: Oh could it be – that you’re calling me – to something much deeper?
    Do I hear a call – from the Spirit within – to awaken the sleeper?
    Re-make me – I pray
    To walk – in your ways
    Put oil in my lamp – that I might shine bright – and turn night into day.

    Bridge: Your plan is miraculous, radiant, glorious
    Nothing in this life compares
    Your will is magnificent, perfect, beneficent
    a treasure for any who dares

    Verse: Your call, irresistible
    This yearning down in my soul
    The God of my dreams, is standing in front of my face
    What will I do for you?
    Whatever you want me to
    Your will be done, by your willing son, I’ve found my place

    Chorus: Oh could it be – that you’re calling me – to something much deeper?
    Do I hear a call – from the Spirit within – to awaken the sleeper?
    Re-make me – I pray
    To walk – in your ways
    Set fire to my torch – that I might shine bright – and turn night into day.

    I know…I’ve been watching too much Dune…hehe. Seriously though, Thanks for the post, it reminds me to keep my eyes/ears open.

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    • Hey Tavio! Thanks for taking the time to read Stephanie’s article here… and for sharing these song lyrics. Did you write this??!!! Awesome. I’d like to hear this sometime.

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  3. Reading this made me miss our old “Salvi” trips. So glad you took time to enjoy the sweet flowers in the garden of life!

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