I hope this note touches your heart as much as it did mine.
A few years ago, a group of salesmen attended a regional convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives and families that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples.
The Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for boarding… All but one, he paused took a deep breath, he felt a nudge from his authentic self and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain he would be taking a later flight.
He then returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor. He was glad he did. The 16-year-old girl was totally blind. She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her; no-one stopping, and no-one came to her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped her organise her display. As he did, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside is another basket.
When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, “Here, please take this $40.00 for the damage we did. Are you ok?” She nodded through her tears. He continued with, “I hope we didn’t spoil your day too badly”
As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, “Mister…” He paused and turned back to look at her, she continued, “Are you Jesus?” He stopped mid-stride and he wondered. He gently went back to her and said “No, I am nothing like Jesus – he is good, kind, caring, loving, and would never have bumped into your display in the first place. The girl gently nodded: “I only asked because I prayed for Jesus to help me gather the apples. He sent you to help me, so you are like him, as only he knows who will do his will. Thank you for hearing his call, Mister”
He slowly made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing around in his soul: “Are you Jesus?” That is our destiny is it not? To be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact with a world that is blind to his love, life, and grace.
With Love & Gratitude