Last night I attended a seminar on anxiety and depression, and the speaker touched on the subject of worry and how useless it is. This reminded me of a remark made by my Pastor in a sermon a few years ago.
“If you insist on worrying you begin to look like you were baptized in lemon juice.”
Need more be said?
In 1990, our then Pastor gave a sermon depicting the many faces of Christ. It was very interesting, and gave us another way of looking at Jesus. The lady sitting beside me gave me an elbow poke and whispered, “You could write a poem about this.” I am quite susceptible to the power of suggestion when it comes to writing anything and immediately thought, hmmm, I wonder…
And so, I came home, sat down with pen and paper and came up with this:
THE FACE
Evil, cruel, hardened,
set in grimaced scorn.
Flattened nose,
upslanted eyes,
with pointed ears was born.
Hollowed cheeks,
haunted eyes,
disease its toll has taken.
Wasted skin, hungered, thin,
in poverty, forsaken.
Criminal,
Down Syndrome child,
Aids victim,
Poor man’s tryst,
Look!
And then, please look again…
and see the face of Christ.
©1990
I gave a copy to the lady who poked me, and said, “Here you go, Christine, this is for you.” She took one look at the first few words and said, “Oh, I don’t want to read this!” But she did, and I do believe still has the poem in her possession all these years later.
As for me, that sermon and ensuing poem gave me the eyes to see all of God’s people in a whole new Face.
This will be a series of short posts tying in with everyday life.
A guest Pastor at our church, on Sunday, asked this interesting question. He was relating the story of how blind Bartimaeus received his sight in Mark 10:46.
Rev. Livingstone then asked us this question, “If Jesus asked you ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ (verse 51), what would your answer be?”
A question well worth pondering, would you say?
My immediate answer was, “Please heal my friend of her cancer.”
What would you say?
My Precious Life 