After church tonight, a little boy walked with his grandparents past the choir area.
He pointed at one of our guitarists (whose traditional “church wardrobe” is white pants and a white dress shirt) and exclaimed, “Pop-Pop! He looks like God!”
In his younger days, the kids used to comment that Bill looks like Jesus. Bill is good with that. He figures that if someone thinks he looks like Jesus, then that makes them think about Jesus. And that’s a good thing.
When people look at you, do they think about Jesus?
When you look at others, do you think about Jesus?
WOW, that is such a profound thought, isn’t it? I have found that children often humble me with their openness and innocence. Our girls always draw me out of my egocentric world and into the realm of “the other:” be it God or other people. I hope people think of Jesus when they look at me, but I have no way of knowing. And I do try to see Christ in others, though there are some who are more difficult than others. Thanks for such a great post!
As someone who can no longer eat even small amounts of gluten, I am very touched by this post. I always feel badly in restaurants, for example, asking lots of questions, asking for special treatment of my food. But I’ve gotten bolder with time (and after having gotten sick from restaurant food quite a few times.) Although I have never eaten at your home, just your attitude toward special dietary needs makes me feel indulged.