THERE HAVE BEEN NUMEROUS TIMES in my journey as a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ, that I have prayed, dare I say called out, for an opportunity to see Him face to face. Often these times have come when I am feeling stressed in the face of ministry, or when I have felt lonely. But, to this point in time I have never seen Him face to face like Moses did, or have I heard His voice in the gentle blowing like Elijah, or have I experienced the manifestation of His glory like Isaiah, or witnessed the transfiguration of others in His midst like Peter, James and John. Or have I?
I have cried out. I have fasted. I have sat in quietness. I have worshiped with reckless abandon, and prostrated myself in prayer, but His face I have not seen. I have dwelt in the darkness alone and I have gathered with a multitude of the saints, and still His physical, manifested presence I have not seen. Or have I?
This past week I was humbled by an old truth, a truth that reminded me that I have seen Jesus face to face. In fact, I saw Him this past week in the face of the homeless man walking by the church. I saw Him in the face of the day-laborer who was working at the church. I saw Him in the child at Harvey West Park.
Jesus told His followers (Matthew 24) that as they would serve the least of society they would be serving Him and I guess with that seeing Him as well. As I visited the left out and lonely, and fed the hungry and provided for the needs of the needy, I would in fact be ministering unto to Jesus Himself. No burning bush, blowing wind or transfigured person, just real people like you.
It is in serving others that we see the Savior. He’s everywhere for me to see!