I was totally intolerant of bullies as a kindergartener.
One time we were on the bus, and a girl was handing out Zebra-Striped gum. Of course it was a huge hit. Kids flocked around her, pleading for a piece of gum. She had a whole pack, or nearly all of one, and it was more gum than I’d ever had in my possession.
Still, I didn’t like Zebra-Striped gum. But I watched with interest as she passed it out to the crowding children. One boy, however, she wouldn’t give a piece to no matter how he begged. I liked that boy. And that made me mad.
“Can I have a piece of gum?” I asked innocently.
She gave me a piece, and I immediately handed it over to the boy who hadn’t gotten one.
I haven’t yet forgotten that exchange.
The warmth in his smile. The glowing victory between the two of us. We were friends.
You know, what I did wasn’t that big of a deal . . but still, you don’t see it happen everyday. Lots of days, the left-out kid doesn’t get the Zebra-striped gum. And that goes right on into adulthood. Most of the time, the bullies win out.
If Jesus had been on the bus that day, I’m confident that He would have given away His piece of Zebra-Striped gum, too. Not because He didn’t want it, but because He saw someone else wanted it who didn’t get any.
Jesus came for the sick and the hurting. The forgotten and the broken-down. The disheveled and the bullied. Jesus says about Himself that He “came to seek and to save the lost” (from Luke 19:10b, NIV).
That’s how I know He’d hand out His piece of Zebra-Striped gum, too.