Seeing Things

You may not believe this, but I saw Jesus last Wednesday night.  Before you start looking for the number of your favorite psycho therapist, this Jesus sighting was much more of the metaphorical kind and less of the 'hey there's an Anglo-Saxon looking dude with long, straight sandy blonde hair walking down the street in a white robe' kind.  (As an aside, I know that physical description isn't very accurate, but I blame the drawings and paintings seen early in life for my bad mental image.  Truth be told, you probably were right there with me until that last sentence.)

Anyway, back to the story.  As it turns out, Jesus looks an awful lot like you and me.  He may be wearing khaki shorts and a polo, yoga pants and a t-shirt, or Nike slacks and a crisp button-down.  It's not so much what he's wearing, but much more about what he's doing.  

You see, Natalie and I are part of a community group (small group from our church), and they were the hands and feet of Jesus Wednesday evening.  They loved us without self regard and with little hope of gaining anything in return.  We had a garage sale this weekend and were blessed with a ton of great things to sell, but managing and pricing all the items was a bit overwhelming due the enormity of God's blessing.  Because they are diligently in our lives, they knew this garage sale was to help raise funds for the adoption of three precious sisters.  So, they decided to use the normal community group meeting time to come help, and help they did.  In a few hours time, the group accomplished what would have amounted to several nights worth of hard work for Natalie and I.

Keep in mind that these people are busy with many things of their own, and paid babysitters to watch children so they could help us who little deserve it.  They have plenty of other things that could have filled that time.  In the end, the help is much appreciated and a great burden eased, but the truly striking thing is the love and vision demonstrated.  That these friends would set aside their lives to be a part of loving us and our sweet orphaned girls, is a rare thing.  That they did it all to be a part of showing God's glory in this broken world makes it a holy act.  Here's to the love of Christ seen through the actions of others.  May my life speak a testimony as strong as this!

"And the King will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.'" Matthew 25:40