Are you Jesus?
A few years ago a group of salesmen went
to a regional sales convention in Chicago.
They had assured their wives that they would be
home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.
Well, as such things go, one thing led to another.
The sales manager spoke longer than anticipated
and the meeting ran overtime.
Their flights were scheduled to leave out of Chicago's O'Hare Airport, and
they had to race pell mell to the airport.
With tickets in hand, they barged through the
terminal to catch their flight back home.
In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases,
one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a
table which held a display of baskets of apples.
Apples flew everywhere.
Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to
reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.
All but one.
He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings,
and experienced a twinge of compassion for
the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him,
waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife
when they arrived at their home destination
and explain his taking a later flight.
Then he returned to the terminal where
the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did.
The 16 year old girl was totally blind!
She was softly crying, tears running down her
cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly
groping for her spilled produce as the crowd
swirled about her, no one stopping,
and no one to care for her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her,
gathered up the apples, put them into the baskets,
and helped set the display up once more.
As he did this, he noticed that many of them
had become battered and bruised;
these he set aside in another basket.
When he had finished,
he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl,
"Here, please take this $20 for the damage we did.
Are you okay?"
She nodded through her tears.
He continued on with,
"I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."
As the salesman started to walk away,
the bewildered blind girl called out to him,
He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes.
She continued, "Are you Jesus?"
He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered.
Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight
with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul:
"Are you Jesus?"
Do people mistake you for Jesus?
That's our destiny, is it not?
To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell
the difference as we live and interact with a world
that is blind to His love, life and grace.
If we claim to know Him,
we should live, walk and act as He would.
Knowing Him is more than simply
quoting Scripture and going to church.
It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.
You are the apple of His eye even though we,
too, have been bruised by a fall.
He stopped what He was doing and
picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary
and paid in full for our damaged fruit.
Let's start living like we are worth the price He paid.