Thursday, March 18, 2010

beauty is a homeless man

For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat,
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you invited me in,
I needed clothes and you clothed me,
I was sick and you looked after me,
I was in prison and you came to visit me...

I tell you the truth,
whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine,
you did for me.
Matthew 25:35-36 & 40

We met George Lucask in 2005. He had been a crippled, abused, toothless, homeless man living under a bridge in Fresno before a family from our church befriended him. They brought him to our mountain community, and arranged shelter for him at a local motel. They also made arrangements with a handful of families to visit with and provide one meal for George each day.

We signed up for Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

George struggled to adjust to a motel room as his home (long term arrangements were being pursued). Adjusting to sleeping in a bed, showering, using the toilet, and cleanliness did not come easily for George. The street had become his home. And though it was unsafe, he wanted to return to familiarity.

George battled demons (lies). He had a history of shame. At 18 he left his country of Hungary to avoid being enlisted in the military. He never saw his family again. This caused him much sadness. In addition he had been wounded shortly after arriving in the U.S., as a result he spent much of his adult life on crutches. The defeat caused him to seek comfort in alcohol.

George had become an outcast. His companions were loneliness and scorn.

BUT God...

The kids ( 3, 5 & 6) and I would arrive at his motel room with a meal, snacks, a bible, and EXPECTANCY.

We expected to see Jesus in George, and with George.

And we did.


As George sat to eat his meal, I'd read scripture, share my stories of battling lies, and coming into Truth. George received them. I saw the doors of grace opening in his dear life.

Each time we visited George, my sweet Emilie delighted in seeing him! She'd embrace him and hold his hand, nestle in close to him. Her genuine love made this untouchable, touchable.

The gray walls of George's motel room were quickly being transformed into a gallery. As a handful of children poured their love for him out in displays of art.

Washing George's feet became part of our visits. His feet caused him much pain, and had scaled over, increasing his pain. Tenderness, Compassion, and Love were invited into his room with each washing. I was humbled (a gift as i was coming out of the most prideful season of my life).

Once we brought George to our home. We had visited him many times in his home, but knew hospitality meant inviting him into our lives as well. He sat with the kids and I as we home schooled. And then we put George gladly to work, cutting strawberries for his favorite dessert- strawberry shortcake (he was adorable with whipped cream in his beard).

On another outing (which resulted in ice cream sandwiches and driving through a car wash) We were listening to hymns when George started singing loudly and clearly-

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
Praise Him in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires ever have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him.

Those words have had new meaning and power since hearing them flow from George's lips.

In George I saw that Beauty is a homeless man.

Before I met George I thought He was "the least of these," but during that season with George I discovered that I was the "least of these." I hadn't seen Jesus in ALL people, only in people that looked the part.

But George, a homeless man, was Jesus with skin on.

And Jesus was beautiful.

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Where have you seen Beauty?
(George now lives in community, in a home for Senior Citizens,
where his physical, emotional, and medical needs are provide for).

To read more stories of Beauty or to share your own visit Best Days of Our Lives.


  1. Denise, I love this. Your writing is getting better and better as you allow the work God is doing through you pour out into the blogosphere. Keep it coming!

  2. This is so beautiful.

    I certainly see beauty when I read your blog. The beauty of the Lord flows through you. Thank you for being so real and for sharing what you have experienced and learned.

    Wishing you lots of sOnshine today :)

  3. Can I be your bff? I want to be around you so that your Jesus-beauty can rub off on me.

    This was probably the most BEAUTIFUL thing I have read in a long time.

    The Jesus in you is so so so beautiful.

    (your writing makes me feel like we are sitting across from each other having coffee. Maybe one day :)

  4. That was lovely. What an legacy to teach your children about those who are "least".

  5. God is surely present in you, my friend. I think you are pretty cool to allow Him to shine through you so brightly.

  6. Can I just say . . . you are amazing . . . you inspire me! Thanks for allowing Christ is shine in and through you!!

    Julie White

  7. This is amazing . . . inspiring . . . humbling. Thank you for sharing it.

  8. This is such a wonderful story of beauty! I'm am often fearful of doing these kinds of things. Thank you for inspiring my heart to see beauty through God's eyes.

  9. You take "loving the least of these" to a whole new level. This isn't just sharing paper bag lunches with those on a street corner. This is investment. This is real. Thank you for sharing how God is using you to bring beauty from ashes. It's a sweet, sweet thing...

  10. WOW, what a beautiful story.... absolutely stunning!

  11. This is beauty. At it's finest.
    My eyes are welled up with tears... such a lovely story of redemption.

  12. Wow...this is just beautiful. What a great story!

    I'm here from Sarah's blog...if you're interested, here's my post:

  13. Wow... what a beautiful, touching story! And your children... they are truly blessed to have learned what it means to see Jesus. Thank you so much for sharing George with us!

    Here from Sarah's beauty link list! :)


  14. Here from Sarah's link....

    Awesome. Thank you for this beautiful post!

  15. My Goodness!!!! What an incredible story! How courageous, how kind, how sacrificial! And, what huge life lessons you taught our kids! Beautiful!

  16. followed you here from erin's blog.
    and for a reason I see.

    this was incredible. I don't have anything to add, except thank you for sharing . to actually do something , instead of just talking about it.