All of a sudden everything is a lesson for me. It is as if a window has opened and I can see things much more clearly now. Every test, every frustration, all of my struggles are not wasted. It is finally as if after all of these years, I can finally SEE. The hurried driver, the rude waitress, or impatient client, the guy who didn’t smile back, the politician who doesn’t have the same views as I do, all have their own stories, their own pain. Even the constant trouble making co worker who hovers, that one family member or two who disappoints or annoys me regularly, every single one of them are loved by God just as I am.
The whole reason He came was to teach us how to love. I have to say that I fail Him pretty regularly but the realization that we are called to be His Ambassadors has hit me more lately than ever before. We are the light of the world. It doesn’t matter how other people shine or how He uses them. We are only accountable for our own hearts.
Recently I found myself touched to the point of tears, watching a story about a dog who pulled another dog off of a busy freeway darting cars, putting himself in harm’s way to save his friend.
And then about another story of a service man who had just returned from Iraq only to survive a plane crash here, pulling out a girl from its burning fuselage and then dying shortly after. I can find myself so moved by those stories and yet every day, every minute, every second of my life I should feel that same overwhelmed sense of awe when I think of the story of Jesus. He came and saved me. He came and saved you. He gave His life for us so that we might be saved. He gave His life for the rude driver that just cut us off, for the annoying acquaintance, for the prisoners in the prisons, no matter what they have done. He chose us all. We all are that broken, and wounded dog being pulled off of the freeway or that girl being pulled out of the burning plane by the hero. Our hero is Jesus and all we need to do is believe.
I have begun to really see how ungrateful I have been by not loving all the ones He has saved. No matter what their flaws, and began to think, if the wounded dog bit me in his pain, I would understand, I would realize he was hurt and scared and would want to help him in honor of the dog who pulled him to safety and gave his life to save his friend. I would want to do everything in my power to tend to him until he was healed.
If only I could remember this lesson daily. If a dog can love so much to risk his own life, can’t I love my brother a little better than I have?
New International Version (NIV)
34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”