Jesus to Me
Could this be what others think about you?
Here’s an insightful poem, written by someone who is curious about God. Note what such a person will be thinking ... and where that person will be looking.
Do you know,
do you understand
that you represent
Jesus to me?
Do you know,
do you understand
that when you
treat me with gentleness,
it raises the question in my mind
that maybe he is gentle, too?
Maybe he isn't someone
who laughs when I am hurt.
Do you know,
do you understand
that when you listen to my questions
and you don't laugh,
I think,
"What if Jesus is interested in me, too?"
Do you know,
do you understand
that when I hear you talk about arguments
and conflict and scars from your past
that I think, "Maybe I am just a regular person
instead of a bad, no-good, little girl who deserves abuse?"
If you care,
I think maybe he cares --
and then there's this flame of hope
that burns inside of me,
and for a while,
I am afraid to breathe
because it might go out.
Do you know,
do you understand
that your words are his words?
Your face,
his face
to someone like me?
Please be who you say you are.
Please, God, don't let this be another trick.
Please let this be real.
Please.
Do you know,
do you understand
that you represent
Jesus to me?
(Tim Celek and Dieter Zander, “Inside the Soul of a New Generation” [Grand Rapids,: Zondervan, 1996], 106-107)
Let your light shine today.
PRAYER: Lord Jesus, when others watch me let them see you; when others listen to me, let them hear you; when others are looking for your gentleness, compassion and mercy let them find it in me. Amen.