Seeing Jesus in Others
My husband, Andrew, and I had a disagreement on Sunday before heading off to church. We sat next to each other in the pew, glowering, and I grimaced every time I thought of the upcoming exchange of the sign of peace. Worship went out the window as I wallowed in my annoyance. Lord, I’m sorry, I prayed, I know it’s wrong, but I’m not going to snap out of this without help.
A moment later I thought, The problem is that I cannot see Christ in my husband.
Bingo. I turned to look at Andrew. Though he wasn’t looking particularly holy, I told myself, “Christ lives in him. If I can’t see that, it’s not entirely Andrew’s fault.”
It was a jarring thought. It zapped me out of my petulance, and got me thinking: How much of my inability to see Jesus in others has nothing to do with their sins hiding him, but with my own blindness?
What brings us joy rather than pleasure? What truly nourishes our hearts?
If your prayer life is rich, anything on a day's crowded agenda can be God's work.