Genesis 29:10-11 When Jacob saw Rachel daughter of Laban, his mother's brother, and Laban's sheep, he went over and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered his uncle's sheep. Then Jacob kissed Rachel and began to weep aloud.
Tuesday night is visitation night at our church. It's where Sunday School leaders and any members of the church who like to volunteer go out and visit with people who have visited the church to welcome them and see if they have any questions and so on. It's also done every year in the children's ministry. All the Sunday School teachers will get their newly promoted roster list and start visiting the students on their roll shortly after school begins. What does this mean for me? Well, I have four children - so that means every new school year, during the months of August, September and October, I have four new Sunday School teachers show up at my house on any given Tuesday evening with no warning. And inevitably, I forget that this is the time of year it happens. Most recently, two weeks ago, on a Tuesday evening no less (should've known better), the breeze had begun to blow, so I thought it would be a great time to mow the lawn. I put on some dirty shorts and an old T-shirt, threw the hair up in a ponytail and got to work. I had already weed-whacked the bushes and mowed the lawn, I was just in the process of edging the sidewalk and blowing it off when my youngest daughter's Sunday School teacher showed up. While she was very sweet and didn't mention the sweat dripping off my eyebrows, I sure was wishing for a shower at that time.
It wasn't Tuesday night for Rachel, otherwise she may have been wiser than I. Here she comes hauling her flock up to the well - Smelly, sweaty, not quite what one would call "marriage material" at this point. And there, standing next to the well, was this man she had never seen before. A man who, upon seeing her, lifts the solid rock that is over the well, and waters her sheep for her. Two things from this - 1. What chivalry, to take that huge rock and move it with no help! 2. Now it's less work that Rachel has to do.
Jacob then went up to Rachel and kissed her - dirty, stinky face and all - and began to weep with joy. I bet Rachel's heart had to be just a pitter-pattering. This man whom she had never met, showed her affection for seemingly no reason.
What a picture of Christ! We, as sinners, were dirty and stinky. We had been torn and battered by sin and it had left it's stain on us. We felt untouchable and unapproachable. Yet Jesus gave His life for us - because He saw passed what our sin had caused us to look like. And when we decided to come to Him, He kissed our dirty faces and wept with joy because we'd finally realized we were part of His family.
2 comments:
Good Morning, Dorothy!
This is one of my daily prayers--that I see and view others as Jesus sees them--not as I seem with my preformed misconceptions.
Thank you, what a great reminder to me today.
My eldest daughter has tattoos, 5 of them. She manages a chain restaurant and has for the past 4 years, since the age of 21.
She was at a manager's meeting, and one person stood up and said that people with tattoos shouldn't be hired because "they are lazy"--at which point my daughter (never one to be timid!) stood up, pulled up her sleeves, turned around so everyone could see the back of her neck, and said, "Are you calling me lazy? I work harder than anyone in my restaurant--60-70 hours a week! I think you had better rethink what you just said!"
I have to admit that I didn't like the fact that she has 5 tattoos, but Jesus sees beyond them into her heart.
And that is my prayer--to see beyond the exterior into a person's heart.
I'm sure the Sunday School teacher saw beyond your sweat dripping into your eyes and only saw your heart which is filled with love for God and for others.
Beth
I'll bet you even looked good with grass, sweat and dirt all over you. When I get down to my "cute" weight I'll be like that also.
Years ago God got me out of judging people by the outside package. I truly love folks no matter what.
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