I was walking across a green field on a cliff high, above the southern Pacific ocean when I saw the girl. From a distance, she looked like any other girl; long dark hair and skin the color of wheat. But as she drew closer, I noticed the filth of her ill-fitting clothes, the broken shoes she wore on her feet, and her beautiful, beautiful brown eyes.
What would’ve happened if Jesus never turned his feet toward Jerusalem? Would we know his story at all? Or what if Sister Teresa, the little nun of Loreto had accepted the first ‘no’ to her dream of ministry in Calcutta? What if William Wilberforce had resisted his concerns over slavery? Or if Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. had sat in a Birmingham Jail, considered his options, and chosen the quiet path of a corner church preacher?
You are a precious and unique child of God, created in his image, invited into his purposes. I know you know that, at least if you pause to think about it. But sometimes, we forget, don’t we? I mean, not on a cognitive level but perhaps on a gut or heart level.