Years ago our son played the part of Papa Panov, a shoe maker, in a Christmas play. God had promised him that on this day, the Christ Child would pay him a visit. All day long he waited but his expected Guest didn’t show up. Then it was revealed to him that Christ had actually visited him in the form of several people to whom he had shown kindness that day.
Others who didn’t recognize Jesus among them were Mary Magdalene and the two men on the road to Emmaus on that first Resurrection Day. Why? They’d known Him intimately, and he was right there before them. Did his resurrected body look that different from the one they had known? Did their fears and tears blind their eyes?
Like the children in the Narnia books, I long for a glimpse of Aslan. That’s what I love about those books—where is Aslan now? When will he show up? What will he look like? Like a huge lion or like a kitty-cat as he did once in “The Horse and His Boy”?
This is the gold in the grime of my everyday life. Lord, help me to recognize You!
And I—in righteousness I will see your face;
when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness. (Psalm 17:15)
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. (Jeremiah 29:13)