People seem to find Jesus in the strangest places…
A Walmart receipt:
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In the glass partition of a hospital:
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A fish stick:
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He’s also been “seen” in potato chips, tortillas, underpasses, and many other mundane places. Ironically, we often fail to see Jesus where he tells us that we can find him: in the hungry, the thirsty, the stranger, the naked, the sick, and the imprisoned (Matthew 25:34-40). Or even in the person four feet away in the pew on Sunday morning. That guy that just cut us off in traffic that we wish a cop would catch and reprimand. Our spouse when we are in the middle of a huge fight. Our child laying on the floor in a temper tantrum. Christians are called to look upon others as if they were Christ and treat them as such. So why is it easier, even preferable, to see Christ in food, but not other human beings?
Maybe it’s because we don’t have to do anything if Jesus is seen in our scrambled eggs, except take a picture, post it on the internet, and not devour them out of respect. If I see Christ in that guy I can’t stand, then I actually have to be nice to him, to care for him as I would myself. Ugh, the burden. Jesus wasn’t an image frozen in time. He was a living, breathing person and he remains that way in other people walking the earth right now. When Christ comes again, do we really think he’ll be satisfied that we noticed his likeness in a pancake? I get the distinct impression that Christ expects more from us. Maybe we’re looking for Jesus in all the wrong places, so we can avoid all the right faces.