On Thursday afternoon, we returned from Destination Unknown. As we were preparing to leave the cabin we stayed in, I was cleaning out the van and noticed the remnants of a loaf of French bread in between the two front seats of the van. I grabbed the bread and a few other things and walked in to the throw everything out. When I got to the trashcan, I felt compelled to keep the bread. So I threw out everything else I had brought, but took the bread back to the van.
Fast forward about seven hours. We are just south of Detroit on I-75 and we heard that it was finally open again. It was around 4:00pm, and while northbound 75 wasn’t supposed to open until 5:00pm, I felt compelled to drive past the detour at exit 41 and go on.
We found out it was still closed and we were forced to exit. We exited the highway and started on our detour around the construction.
As we pulled up to a red light at the intersection of Clark Street and Fort Street, there was a man standing next to a road construction sign. He was holding his own handwritten sign that communicated that he was a war veteran seeking food.
As I looked at him, I remembered the bread. I reached over and grabbed it and rolled down my window. As my eyes met his eyes, I held out the bread. He walked over to the van and smiled slightly as I handed him the bread. One of the students in the van commented, “Did you see the way his face shined?”
Maybe this is what Jesus had in mind when He said that we are the light of the world. Maybe our task is not just to shine for Jesus, but to help bring the glow of the Kingdom into the lives of others.
It reminds me of something else Jesus said…
“For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me…I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!” (Matthew 25:35-36,40)
shine!
Jason
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