The face of my savior

Jesus lives in a little two room house with dirt on the floor, roaches crawling over the furniture and a stench of dog and cigarette smoke so strong it will take your breath away. I know this because I saw his face tonight in the face of a little old man from our church. His mind works like that of a ten year old, yet he lives alone in his little house with just Ladybird, his mutt, for company. Tomorrow I am carrying him to have cataract surgery so tonight I stood in his little place trying not to breath while I hurriedly put drops in his eye.

The job was finished and I was heading out the door when I looked into his dirty face and saw how worried he was about tomorrow. I looked in his eyes and didn’t see all of the things that most people see–that I normally see. I saw a man who was afraid and who needed someone, anyone, to speak a kind word to him. It was in that moment that I realized that I was no longer looking at this man whom everyone knows and rolls their eyes when they speak about. I was looking into the face of Jesus as he asked, “Do you love me? Feed my sheep.”

I wish I could say that suddenly the smell was gone and that I no longer thought of the bugs or the dirt, but that would be a lie. What I can say is that moment, when I spoke words of comfort to him, felt like worship.

6 thoughts on “The face of my savior

  • September 16, 2008 at 6:47 AM
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    that’s a great story !!!

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  • September 17, 2008 at 3:41 AM
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    That’s awesome. I’m proud of you.

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  • September 17, 2008 at 7:00 AM
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    Awesome Shane! How humbling to see Jesus in front of you.

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  • September 19, 2008 at 1:47 AM
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    Just to update a bit. The surgery went off great. I didn’t realize just how much vision this man had lost. The cataract had covered his entire left eye so all he could see out of that one was light and some movements. After surgery he had 20/35 vision in that eye. So here is a man who has been blind in one eye for over a year and now he can see better than me. Modern medicine facinates me.

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  • September 22, 2008 at 3:01 AM
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    A group from my church went to this man’s house today to help him clean it. I was humbled by their willingness to make a difference. They cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, and in doing so they served their savior. It was a beautiful experience.

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