Seeing Jesus

For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. I Corinthians 13:12 (NKJV)

Once my husband tried to get me to see a bird. We stood outside. I held the binoculars and he kept pointing, directing, and trying to get me to see it. Finally we gave up, and as I moved the glasses to put them away, I saw something bright and odd.

“What’s that?” I said.

“That’s it!” my husband said, so he waited while I admired the red/orange bird - quite large for all the trouble I had seeing it.

Sometimes people trying to see Jesus have the same difficulties. A friend can point, discuss, explain and describe. Nothing makes sense. The nonbeliever or confused convert cannot understand what you are talking about. Then one day, when circumstances, need, and perspective coincide, the nonbeliever will say, “I see Jesus! I know what you were trying to tell me.” Then both enjoy talking about Him.

Paul tells us that we will never see clearly. Our binoculars or mirror will never be as focused or as clear as they should be. But the time will come when we can see Jesus just as clearly as we now see His creation. In that day our admiration will be instantaneous and unending.

Lord, help us to keep looking for you and help us direct others to see and understand who you are. Amen.


© 2012 V. Colclasure

The Silence of the Lamb

He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth. Isaiah 53:7 (NIV)

Imagine the scene. Jesus enters Jerusalem, riding on a donkey. Palm fronds and clothing litter His path. The multitudes press in, hoping for a glimpse of the one who would deliver them from Roman oppression. Today we know that this was not His intent, but He did not correct them. Shouts of “hosanna—God save us,” rose.

What was He thinking? Maybe it was that He would save them—not in the way they expected—but He said nothing. In mere hours their voices would demand His death.

Later, Jesus stands before the governor, mute once again as priests and elders hurl accusations. Pilate, incredulous at Jesus’ calm, asks, “Don’t you hear these charges? Have you no answer?” His response came in overwhelming silence.

What if He had spoken up? What if He had called on His Father for protection, or on the multitude of angels who stood by, ready to deliver Him from harm? What if he had spoken, saving Himself, but dooming us to a Godless eternity?

Praise God for the silence of the Lamb. How powerful, His voiceless defense. It spoke for us when we couldn’t speak for ourselves. It held fast through mockery, farcical trials, flogging, thorns, and crucifixion. It endured as His Father turned His back on Him. In the end, His silence gave way to a victory shout as He cried with dying breath, “It is finished!”

Father, teach us the power of silence and the wisdom of measuring our words. Help both to point others to you.

© 2012 Katherine A. Fuller

DISTORTED VIEW

Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? (Matthew 6:27 NKJV)

A high rise with black mirror windows, being erected along my route to work, continually captured my attention. I marveled at its elegance as the work progressed.

One day, I noticed that half way up the building, a window had been broken, and a big black hole replaced it. Each day as the building got taller and taller, I looked at the black hole hoping they would repair it. Weeks went by and the window was still out. I wondered how it broke! By a workman? Did a bird fly into the mirror window thinking it was sky?

Every day, while driving passed the growing high rise, I looked at the hole. I thought, dirt and grime, rain and debris, are all going to blow in that hole. Each day, I imagined how filthy it is inside the hole.

Finally, they finished the building and repaired the window. The building is grand. The mirrored windows reflect the sky and clouds and stands majestically. All this time, I only focused on the hole.

Do I only see the flaws in events and people? Do I only focus on negative? When the bills arrive, do I fear I can’t cover them? The Lord is my Provider -- I am proof.

The difference between the pessimist and optimist is quite droll.
The optimist looks at the donut, the pessimist at the hole

Dear Lord, Forgive me for dwelling on the negative things. Open my eyes to focus on all the blessings around me, and reveal how I can help others “see”. Amen

© 2012 Lois Gosley

Evidence of Love

He said to him the third time, Simon, son of John, do you love me?” Peter was grieved because He said to him a third time, “Do you love me?” And he said to Him, “Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You.” Jesus said to him. “Tend my sheep.” John 21:17 (NAS)


I have a kitty who loves me. When donning my black scrub pants in preparation for work, he immediately shows up at my feet. Meowing gently and weaving his way in and around my ankles, he leaves evidence of his love written in white fur all over my pants legs each day. The lint roller is a regular part of my work routine.

This caused me to reflect on how I demonstrate love for my Savior, Jesus. Do I leave evidence daily of my dedication to Him? Is it visible, like Nicky’s fur so that it can be seen and recognized as kindness extended in the precious name of Jesus? Does it point the way to God’s extended arms and saving grace?

In honest evaluation, there are days when I fall short of even Nicky’s simple but genuine expression of love. In the darkness of this world, loving acts will be in great contrast. Anything done in the Father’s name will produce evidence of His light for all to see. Some will brush it off, but still others may be persuaded to seek the Lord for their salvation. I hope to leave proof of Him in all I do and, as Jesus commanded Peter, “tend His sheep” until He returns.


Father, help us to leave behind a visible trail of evidence that leads directly to Your feet as we go about our days on earth. Amen.


© 2012 Bonnie Mae Evans