"I, the Lord, have called you...
I have grasped you by the hand..."
Whenever I have a long day of travel, like yesterday flying home from Kansas, I invite Jesus to show himself to me in the mass of humanity I encounter on such a journey. I had to wait through three flights and a four-hour airport layover to find him, but I found Jesus, just like finding Waldo! It was the very last leg, the last flight. I had spent every one of my kind words and was on my last nerve as I hunkered in the seat to catch forty winks before we landed. Very near me was a very loquacious young teenager who was full of stories...many, many stories. Her kind seatmate was a lovely young woman, maybe thirty or so, who listened patiently and kindly through the whole flight. Periodically, I wiggled to consciousness and the teenager was still talking. And the kind woman was still listening. The listener was so affirming and generous, I knew she was Jesus on that flight. After we landed, got our luggage, and the teenager left with her family, I thanked the young woman for her kindness and told her how wonderful she was with the talkative little gal. She smiled a beautiful smile at me and went on her way. Thank you, Jesus, for showing yourself to me in that long travel day. I'm grateful I recognized you and didn't sleep through the whole lesson. I hope to be that patient, kind and generous with others this Holy Week and beyond! Love, heidi