This was sent to me by my wonderful mother in law (Eileen's mom)
As you read this, think about what you would do!
"Excuse me, Are you Jesus?"
This is really powerful and makes one think!!!! A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago . They had assured their wives that they would return home in plenty of time for the ever important Friday night's dinner.
In their rush through the airport corridors, with tickets and briefcases in hand, one of the salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of Apples. Apples flew everywhere.
Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding. That is, 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 good-bye, 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 very glad that he had returned.
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 back on the table and helped organize her display. 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 $40 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, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She asked him, "Are you Jesus?" He stopped in mid-stride, and pondered her question. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his mind:
"Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus? Is that not our destiny? 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. Please take a minute and share this thought with others you know....Sometimes we just take things for granted, When we really need to be sharing what we know...Thanks!
GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY and may JESUS keep You safe throughout all the days of your life!
This is really powerful and makes one think!!!! A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago . They had assured their wives that they would return home in plenty of time for the ever important Friday night's dinner.
In their rush through the airport corridors, with tickets and briefcases in hand, one of the salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of Apples. Apples flew everywhere.
Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding. That is, 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 good-bye, 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 very glad that he had returned.
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 back on the table and helped organize her display. 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 $40 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, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She asked him, "Are you Jesus?" He stopped in mid-stride, and pondered her question. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his mind:
"Are you Jesus?" Do people mistake you for Jesus? Is that not our destiny? 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. Please take a minute and share this thought with others you know....Sometimes we just take things for granted, When we really need to be sharing what we know...Thanks!
GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR FAMILY and may JESUS keep You safe throughout all the days of your life!
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