I can't help but chuckle at a story my mom was telling me this morning. We were discussing the church she used to congregate at during her teen years. She is from a small town called Oceano. She remembers that the Pastor of the small church at the time used to visit every single one of his congregants each day for a couple of minutes to see how they were doing. One of families of the church was full of young boys and the story goes that whenever Pastor Pete, as he was known, would come around to this house and the boys would see him from the window, one of them would yell to his mother, "Mom, JESUS is coming! JESUS is coming!" I can't help but chuckle at the sweetness of this little boy. In his mind, he associated the Pastor with Jesus. I began to think about this a little more. For us Christians, what would happen if people saw Jesus instead of seeing us? Instead of seeing bickering, hate, anger, hypocrisy, lies, and a lot of other things most people associate with modern day Christians, what if they instead saw only in us the life of a humble man that loved them enough to die for their sins? My prayer is that when I walk down the street, walk into a room, walk into church, people will see Jesus and not me. Like I always say, I may not be there yet, but I'm a work in progress and God's not done with me yet. Blessings.
The song below says it all for me. Enjoy!
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