It must have been very hard for Jesus when He was on the earth. He could see everything. He could see sin in each person. He knew the hurt in every heart he met. We are not in that situation. We don’t see past facades. We are fooled by smiling faces or blank looks.
We can’t tell that the pretty girl struggles with thoughts that she’s ugly or too fat. We don’t know that the soccer mom believes her husband is unfaithful and doesn’t know why. We are unaware that the kid on the playground doesn’t see his father every day and is glad for it because the days dad is home are awful. We don’t know that the guy in the fancy car and suit lives in constant fear that his dishonesty will be revealed. We are blind to the pastor’s wife who pours her life into her husband’s ministry but wishes he had just a little time for her. We don’t know that the smiling face that sits next to us in church struggles daily with doubt and disbelief.
It’s a good thing we don’t know or see all that Jesus saw. Perhaps, however, we ought to be brave enough to pray for a bit of Jesus eyes. If we could at least sometimes have Jesus eyes, we could have compassion instead of indifference. If we could know the struggles of others, maybe it would be easier for us to say an encouraging word or give a healing touch.
If we can’t see like Jesus, maybe we should just assume what is probably true: that everyone could use some encouragement, some prayer and someone just to listen.
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