1"My brethren, do not hold the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with partiality. 2 For if there should come into your assembly a man with gold rings, in fine apparel, and there should also come in a poor man in filthy clothes, 3 and you pay attention to the one wearing the fine clothes and say to him 'You sit here in a good place,' and say to the poor man, 'You stand there,' or, 'Sit here at my footstool,' 4 have you not shown partiality among yourselves, and become judges with evil thoughts? 5 Listen, my beloved brethren: Has God not chosen the poor of this world to be rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He promised to those who love Him?"
The way we see people is different from how God see them. We need to change our way of seeing people. We need to see them through the eyes of God.
You see, the standard that God uses is so different in judging people. He looks at the heart and not just the acts. He looks at what we do with what we are given and not how many acts of faith, or how many people we lead to Christ. We must be faithful with what He has given us, and if we are then we will be great in the Kingdom of Heaven!
This a a great example from Rick Joyner's book called 'The Final Quest'.
Rick Joyner had a vision, or several visions rather and he was taken into heaven. So right now he is in the throne room where all the 'kings' or 'overcomers' are seated on thrones according to how they used what God had given them...
Angelo
He then stopped, and I turned to look at those on the thrones  next to us. We were still in the place where the highest kings were sitting.  Then I recognized a man who was close by.
“Sir, I know you from somewhere, but I simply cannot remember  where.”
“You once saw me in a vision,” he replied.
I immediately remembered, and was shocked! “So you were a real  person?”
“Yes,” he replied.
I remembered the day when, as a young Christian, I had become  frustrated with some issues in my life. I went out into the middle of a  battlefield park near my apartment and determined that I would wait until the  Lord spoke to me. As I sat reading my Bible, I was caught up into a vision, one  of the first ones I ever had. In the vision I saw a man who was zealously  serving the Lord. He was continually witnessing to people, teaching the Bible,  and visiting the sick to pray for them. He was very zealous for the Lord, and  had a genuine love for people. Then I saw another man, named Angelo, who was  obviously a tramp or a homeless person. When a small kitten wandered into his  path, he started to kick it but restrained himself, though he still shoved it  out of the way rather harshly with his foot. Then the Lord asked me which of  these men pleased Him the most.
“The first,” I said without hesitating.
“No, the second,” He responded, and began to tell me their  stories.
He shared that the first man had been raised in a wonderful  family, which had always known the Lord. He grew up in a thriving church and  then attended one of the best Bible colleges in the country. He had been given  one hundred portions of His love, but he was using only seventy-five.
The second man had been born deaf. He was abused and kept in a  dark, cold attic until he was found by the authorities when he was eight years  old. He had then been shifted from one institution to another, where the abuse  continued. Finally, he was turned out on the streets. The Lord had only given  him three portions of His love to help him overcome all of this, but he had  mustered every bit of it to fight the rage in his heart and keep from hurting  the kitten.
I now looked at that man, a king sitting on a throne far more  glorious than Solomon could have even imagined. Hosts of angels were arrayed  about him, waiting to do his bidding. I turned to the Lord in awe. I still could  not believe he was real, much less one of the great kings.
“Lord, please tell me the rest of His story,” I begged.
“Of course, that is why we are here. Angelo was so faithful  with the little I had given to him that I gave him three more portion of My  love. He used all of that to quit stealing. He almost starved, but he refused to  take anything that was not his. He bought his food with what he could make  collecting bottles, and occasionally he found someone who would let him do yard  work.
‘Angelo could not hear but he had learned to read, so I sent  him a gospel tract. As he read it, the Spirit opened his heart, and he gave his  life to Me. I again doubled the portions of My love to Him, and he faithfully  used all of them. He wanted to share Me with others, but he could not speak.  Even though he lived in such poverty, he started spending over half of  everything he made on gospel tracts to give out on street corners.”
“How many did he lead to you?” I asked, thinking that it must  have been multitudes for him to be sitting with the kings.
“One,” the Lord answered. “In order to encourage him, I let  him lead a dying alcoholic to Me. It encouraged him so much that he would have  stood on that corner for many more years just to bring another soul to  repentance. But all of heaven was entreating to bring him here quickly, and I,  too, wanted him to receive his reward.”
“But what did Angelo do to become a king here?” I asked.
“He was faithful with all that he was given. He overcame all  until he became like Me, and he died a martyr”
“But what did he overcome, and how was he martyred?”
“He overcame the world with My love. Very few have overcome so  much with so little. Many of My people dwell in homes with conveniences that  kings would have envied just a century ago, yet they do not appreciate them.  Angelo, on the other hand, would so appreciate even a cardboard box on a cold  night that he would turn it into a glorious temple of My presence.
He began to love everyone and everything. He would rejoice  more over an apple than some of My people do over a great feast. He was faithful  with all that I gave him, even though it was not very much compared to what I  gave others, including you. I showed him to you in a vision because you passed  by him many times. Once you even pointed him out to one of your friends and  spoke of him.”
“I did? What did I say?”
“You said, ‘There is another one of those Elijah’s who must  have escaped from the bus station.’ You said he was ‘a religious nut’ who was  sent by the enemy to turn people off to the gospel.”
This was the worst blow I had yet suffered in this whole  experience. I was more than shocked, I was appalled. I tried to remember the  specific incident, but couldn’t—simply because there were so many others like  it. I had never had much compassion for filthy Street preachers, considering  them tools of Satan sent to turn people off to the gospel.
“I’m sorry, Lord. I’m really sorry.”
“You are forgiven,” He quickly responded. And you are right  that there are many who try to preach the gospel on the streets for wrong or  even perverted reasons. Even so, there are many who are sincere, even if they  are untrained and unlearned. You must not judge by appearances. There are as  many true servants who look like he did as there are among the polished  professionals in the great cathedrals and organizations that men have built in  My Name.” He then motioned for me to look up at Angelo. When I had turned, he  had descended the steps to his throne and was now right in front of me. Opening  his arms, he gave me a great hug and kissed my forehead like a father. Love  poured over me and through me until I felt that it would overload my nervous  system. When he finally released me, I was staggering as if I were drunk, but it  was a wonderful feeling. It was love like I had never felt before. “He could  have imparted that to you on earth,” the Lord continued. “He had much to give to  My people, but they would not come near him. Even My prophets avoided him. He  grew in the faith by buying a Bible and a couple of books that he read over and  over He tried to go to churches, but he could not find one that would receive  him. If they would have taken him in, they would have taken Me in. He was My  knock upon their door.” I was learning a new definition of grief. “How did he  die?” I asked, remembering that he had been martyred. Based on what I had seen  so far, I was half expecting that I somehow was even responsible for that. “He  froze to death trying to keep alive an old wino who had passed out in the cold.”
As I looked at Angelo, I could not believe how hard my heart  had been. Even so, I did not understand how dying in this way made him a martyr,  which I thought was a title reserved for those who died because they would not  com promise their testimony of the lordship of Christ.
“Lord, I know that he is truly an overcomer,” I remarked. “And  it truly is warranted for him to be here. But are those who die in such a way  actually considered martyrs?”
Angelo was a martyr every day that he lived. He would only do  enough for himself to stay alive, and he gladly sacrificed his life to save a  needy friend. As Paul wrote to the Corinthians, even if you give your body to be  burned, but do not have love, it counts as nothing. But, when you give yourself  with love, it counts for much. ‘Angelo died every day, because he did not live  for himself but for others. Even though he always considered himself the least  of the saints, he was truly one of the greatest. As you have already learned,  many of those who consider themselves the greatest, and are considered by others  to be the greatest, end up being the least here. Angelo did not die for a  doctrine, or even for his testimony, but he did die for Me.”
“Lord, please help me to remember this. When I return, please  do not let me forget what I am seeing here,” I begged.
“That is why I am with you here, and I will be with you when  you return. Wisdom is to see with My eyes, and to not judge by appearances. I  showed you Angelo in the vision so that you would recognize him when you passed  him on the street. If you had shared with him the knowledge of his past that I  had shown you in the vision, he would have given his life to me then. You could  have then discipled this great king, and he would have had a great impact on My  church.
“If My people would look at others the way I do, Angelo and  many others like him would have been recognized. They would have been paraded  into the greatest pulpits. My people would have come from the ends of the earth  to sit at their feet, because by doing this they would have sat at My feet. He  would have taught you to love, and how to invest the gifts that I have given you  so that you could bear much more fruit.” I was so ashamed that I did not want to  even look at the Lord, but finally I turned back to Him as I felt the pain  driving me toward self-centeredness again. When I looked at Him, I was virtually  blinded by His glory. It took a while, but gradually my eyes adjusted so that I  could see Him.
“Remember that you are forgiven,” He said. “I am not showing  you these things to condemn you, but to teach you. Always remember that  compassion will remove the veils from your soul faster than anything else.”
As we began to walk again, Angelo entreated me, “Please  remember my friends, the homeless. Many will love our Savior if someone will go  to them.”
His words had such power in them that I was too moved to  answer, so I just nodded. I knew that those words were the decree of a great  king, and a great friend of the King of Kings.
“Lord, will you help me to help the homeless?” I asked.
“I will help any who help them,” He responded. “When you love  those whom I love, you will always know My help. They will be given the Helper  by the measure of their love. You have asked many times for more of My  anointing; that is how you will receive it. Love those whom I love. As you love  them, you love Me. As you give to them, you have given to Me, and I will give  more to you in return.” 
I hope this encouraged you to walk as Jesus would walk and see people how Jesus see them...
-The Prayer Team
--Benjamin
