How to See Jesus
- Max Lucado Pastor and Author
- 2004 24 Jun
When Francis of Asissi turned his back on wealth to seek God in simplicity, he stripped naked and walked out of the city. He soon encountered a leper on the side of the road. He passed him, then stopped and went back and embraced the diseased man. Francis then continued on his journey. After a few steps he turned to look again at the leper, but no one was there.
For the rest of his life, he believed the leper was Jesus Christ. He may have been right.
Jesus lives in the forgotten. He has taken up residence in the ignored. He has made a mansion amidst the ill. If we want to see God we must go among the broken and beaten and there we will see him.
Perhaps you read about the fellow in Philadelphia who went to the flea market and found a frame he liked. It was only a couple of bucks, this dusty print of a country church. It was torn and faded, but the guy liked the frame so he bought it.
When he got home he opened it up and out tumbled a neatly folded sheet of paper. It was the Declaration of Independence. What everyone had thought was a two-dollar painting at a flea market actually contained one of the original one hundred copies of the Declaration of Independence printed on July 4, 1776.
Valuable surprises are discovered in unlikely sources. True in flea markets and true in life. Make an investment in the people the world has cast off--the homeless, the AIDS patient, the orphan, the divorcee--and you may discover the source of your independence.
Jesus' message is stirring: "The way you treat them is the way you treat me."
The person who sees Christ is the one who sees the hurting person. To see Jesus, go to the convalescent home, sit down beside the elderly woman, and steady her hand as she puts the spoon in her mouth. To see Jesus, go to the community hospital and ask the nurse to take you to see one who has received no visits. To see Jesus, leave your office and go down the hall and talk to the man who is regretting his divorce and missing his children. To see Jesus, go to the inner city and give a sandwich--not a sermon, but a sandwich--to the bag lady who's made a home out of an overpass.
To see Jesus ... see the unattractive and forgotten.
From And the Angels Were Silent; Copyright 1992 Max Lucado. Click here to purchase And the Angels Were Silent.
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