Remember Monday’s blog? It was about being nice.
I’m still struggling with that one.
Today, I was in a hurry. I was late. And, I still had to get to my office.
So, I ran out to the garage. Reached for the car door. And, looked up.
A young woman stood in the driveway. She clutched a notebook to her chest.
“Need some help?” I asked as I fumbled with the door lock.
“Is this the IMM house?” she responded. The IMM house stood almost directly behind her. It was a hastily restored heritage home where most of the college music classes took place.
“This is a private residence,” I said quickly and pointed the IMM house out, “The place you are looking for is over there.”
After I got into the car, I looked in my review mirror. She was gone.
As I drove away, I felt irritated. With the girl. Her need. My hectic day.
“What if that had been Jesus?”
The question came at me like one of those pesky little gnats that hang around lakes in the summertime. It buzzed around my consciousness as I headed to school.
“Jesus would have known which way to go,” I argued, “He’s God, after all. Besides, finding the IMM house isn’t exactly brain surgery.”
I know. Not very nice. But, I wasn’t in a very good mood.
Then, I imagined the eyes of Jesus looking back at me from the face of the girl. The image grew in me. It wouldn’t go away because it was true.
In the book of Matthew Jesus talks about the end times. That is when the King will reward people with a great inheritance.
“I was a stranger and you invited me in,” the king will say, “I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’’
No one will remember such a time.
“‘Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine,” the King will explain, “you did for me.”
The least of these. Like the girl in the driveway.
Talk about putting a busy day into perspective.