Sometimes my wife says
the moment my life changed
was when I saw Jesus.
Truth is—I don’t remember
a single blinding moment,
a vision I could point to,
a story I could retell.
If I had seen Him that way,
I’d remember.
My experience
was His whisper.
But I do see Him—
every day.
In the aged who walk slowly,
in the poor who carry quiet burdens,
in the sick who whisper hope,
in friends whose kindness
shines through their weariness.
His countenance hides
in ordinary faces
if we’re willing to look.
Maybe that’s why Mary
didn’t recognize Him at first.
Maybe resurrection light
takes a moment
to settle into our sight.
And yet, like her,
there comes a point
when the heart knows
before the eyes do—
and something inside us
finally says,
“I have seen the Lord.”
Because whoever is in Christ
is a new creation;
old things fall away,
new things rise quietly,
like dawn breaking
over a familiar horizon.
Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ,
Give us eyes
to see Your face
in every person we meet—
and to recognize You
even when You come
gently,
softly,
unexpectedly.
Amen
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