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Executive Director, Arloa Sutter | Seeing Others Through His Eyes
I was sitting by a pond at the Morton Arboretum. It was an absolutely beautiful day. The sky was a deep blue with no clouds. A gentle breeze made it a perfect sunny day. The flowers and trees were in full bloom. Ducks and geese swam placidly on the water. I was in awe of the majesty of God's creation and filled with a sense of God's shalom and blessing. I watched as a young mother pushed a stroller with a young child toward me, another image of the blessing of children and motherhood. God is so good and lovely and in control of the world.
And then I saw her face, the horribly disfigured face of the child in the stroller. I caught my breath with shock. It was so not the way I had imagined, so ugly, so revolting. In the midst of what had been joyous communion with God, I screamed at him in my head. "God, how could you?! How could you create all of this beauty in nature so perfectly and then mess up with this young child's face!!" I protested angrily.
Immediately I heard the still small voice in my head and I knew it was God. "What makes you think I messed up? Don't you know this child is beautiful to me and I love her dearly just the way she is? Who are you to say she is revolting?"
Oh, the love of God! Love that sees beauty in the ashes, love that redeems, that heals, love that transcends my pettiness, love that embraces us in our brokenness, when our faces and our lives are twisted and marred. How dare I ever despise the little ones, the weak, the vulnerable, the lost, and the lonely? Jesus gave his life in excruciating pain for them, for me. "Lord, help me to see people through your eyes of love". |