Two disciples were walking on the road to Emmaus, talking, filled with grief and fear, and Jesus joined them. They didn’t recognize him. I know that Jesus walks with me every day, keeps me safe from all sorts of dangers, big and small, helps me solve problems and make decisions, but when do I “see” Jesus?
I see Jesus in those who gently care for others. When I was teaching I saw Him all the time, especially in the people who care for special needs students. I see Him on Mondays when I work at a hot meal program at a local church in the people who serve and the people served. But sometimes I forget to look.
A friend and I were walking to the ferry in Seattle, trying to avoid some panhandlers on a crowded corner. As I passed one man, he said, “smile, lady. Jesus loves you.”
I did smile and turned to him and said, “thanks for reminding me. He loves you, too.
I don’t know if his scruffy face was a reflection of Jesus–I don’t know if my face was a reflection of Jesus. But I do know I need to keep looking for Jesus in the faces I meet because sometimes I do see Him walking with us, blessing us through others.