I suppose she thought she was running into the safety zone of her dad, and one set of knees in a suit looked just the same as any other, so it was an easy mistake.
My husband of course looked down at this little visitor, and she of course looked up. The realization that the man looking at her was not her father dawned momentarily in her eyes only to be replaced with calm recognition.
“Oh! Hi, Jesus,” she matter-of-factly replied and skipped off into the waiting arms of her mother.
After regaining his composure, my husband chuckled and said, “Well, that’s never happened to me before. It must be the beard.”
Lack of facial hair aside (I hope), it’s not likely I’ll ever be physically mistaken for Jesus, but could I perhaps be mistaken for him in my interactions? Could the mark I make on people’s lives leave them feeling like Christ had been there, even for a moment?
I've met people who are truly Christ-like. They have a capacity for love I can only marvel at. I imagine that for them meeting Christ will be an easy recognition.
Like this little girl, they’ll one day look up and say, “Oh…hi, Jesus.” And then fall at His feet to worship.
The good news for me is this same experience is not out of reach:
“Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure. Amen.” (Moroni 7:48)
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J. blogs about her three precocious children, gluten-free living, life as a nomad and other random things at cygnusopus.blogspot.com.
J. blogs about her three precocious children, gluten-free living, life as a nomad and other random things at cygnusopus.blogspot.com.