By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Pock marks and pitted scars mar a once beautifully defined face.
Lip sores pave an entrance into a mouth composed of absent and rotting teeth.
Wounds, infections, and lesions outfit the body and leave a disfiguring trail.
Deposits of meth and its lifelong residue etch themselves deeply into the flesh like a firebrand.
Savanah cries out through her addiction ...
her need for connection,
"Will somebody love me?"
Savanah won't smile,
until you've walked a mile,
 in her shoes.
Who's your Savanah?
Until addiction "wears the name" of a loved one or is understood privately in some unpleasant way, we remain absent in broken lives.
We create, designate, and develop "leprous" colonies to clean up the "mess" of addiction and unlovely lives, and think of church as the pinnacle invitation and demonstrative act of true and tidy love.
And it all sucks, stinks, and reeks of inhumanness.
It speaks to a lack of compassion and a loveless form of religion.
It speaks to a lethargy and lostness of "our" own souls and not "theirs."
We canvass poor neighborhoods and poverty stricken people without ever inviting them into our own homes and our own lives.
We wash our hands carefully and make sure we're germ free ... and we call it good.
 And individuals starved for "daring" love and risk enter and exit our lives before we've even learned their names.
Is this really authentic, pure love?
Make the bleeding stop.
 Become an active participant and not another spectator in loving the wounded, broken, defiled, afflicted, and addicted.
Pray for the names of real individuals to sensitize you to the realities that exist all around you in human form, and then apply concrete, tangible, practical forms of love.
"Is not this the fast that I have chosen? To loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke? Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? When thou seest the naked, that thou cover him, and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh? 
Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily, and thine righteousness shall go forth before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy reward. Then shalt thou call and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry and He shalt say, 'Here I am.' 
If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity. And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noonday. And the Lord shall guide thee continually and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones; and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not."
Isaiah 58:6-11
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