His clothes are stripped away and he is left naked before the crowed.
Stripped of the little that is his. Stripped of dignity. Forced to
feel shame. Humiliated.
I had a normal and happy childhood, I
thought. I didn’t know I was different until other kids told me. I was
adopted by an American couple. They came to Korea and chose me out of a
nursery of a dozen other children. Children can be merciless and
hurtful. They made fun of my slanted eyes and made up names about me
and my heritage. I felt my dignity was being taken away from me through
emotional assault and humiliation. I am able to forgive the mindless
abusers who reduced and denied my humanity. They didn’t really know
what they were doing, they didn’t know the scars they were creating
inside me that would last a lifetime. They did however teach me to
have a profound respect for those who are different. Jesus didn’t allow
evil to strip him of his dignity on the cross. He has taught me to
honor this humble house of flesh in which God is at home and we are
garbed in spirit-strength and dignity.
God, help us to keep
ourselves pure and clean. Help us say things that build up the people
around us. Help us overcome worldly desires that we may become more like
Jesus. Help us set a good example for others to follow. Amen.
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