When we fix our eyes on the Savior,
we see Him in all things,
above all things,
before all things.
“Keep your eyes on Jesus,
who both began and finished this race we’re in.”
— Hebrews 12:2 (MSG)
“You could see Jesus everywhere, Jennifer,” my favorite farmer tells me. He and I stay up way past midnight, so he can tell me his stories. He’s only begun.
Jesus, everywhere. That’s what he told me. Right there, in Haiti — poorest country in the western Hemisphere, haven for voodoo, mired in corruption, a figurative stone’s throw from U.S. soil.
More than he saw the mess, He saw the Messiah.
More than the poverty, he saw the Prince of Peace.
More than the yuck, Yahweh.
Jesus is always more than.
Can we see Him?
He saw Jesus, right there, next to the trash heaps and in the shantytowns.
He saw the King of Kings in little boys, who are now crowned with caps from our local farmer’s elevator. He saw Christ in the work teams that put a new roof on a family’s home, and in the little girl who wanted him to tell her more about the Savior.
When we look beyond the trash,
and straight into the heart,
we see more clearly God Incarnate, humble enough to be born in a barn, humble enough to dwell with the impoverished.
This is what I am relearning:
“You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world. ”
— Matthew 5:8 (MSG)
Jesus, Help me fix my eyes on You this Thanksgiving and every day, always discovering that You cradle every single thing for which we give thanks.
(The nativity set is a gift from my husband, just back from Haiti.)