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All Fogged Up

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him.  For the Lord sees not as man sees; man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart” 1 Samuel 16:7 ESV

I was driving to work this morning, it was raining and foggy.  Because my sight was diminished, I slowed down.  As the fog increased in thickness, I noticed that the other commuters we still flying past me.  It made me nervous and I was very put off that they were continuing to go fast. Could they not see the fog?  As I left the long stretch of dark highway to the lighted lanes going into the city, I noticed the fog wasn’t outside the car it was my windshield.  I turned on defrost and the window quickly cleared.

Boy, did I feel silly, however we all do it every day.  Not in our cars but rather by what lens we choose to look out. We are all different and have been subjected to many different experiences.  We have seen, participated or been victim to prejudice and stereotyping.  We all have opinions and preconceived ideas and thoughts about certain people, races and religions.  It is human nature.  But as Christians, true Christ followers, we need to reject those lenses and focus on the lens that Jesus uses when he looks at us.  Jesus does not look at the hairstyle, the color of the skin, the language or culture of a people, he looks at the individual heart.   Do not allow yourself to be distracted by skewed lenses, rather learn to look at one another with Jesus’ lens.

Typist for Jesus

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We Are to Serve, Not to be Served

For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”  Mark 10:45

Mont Saint Michel, Normandy France (picture by Melissa Levi)

As the bus came out of the trees, Mont Saint Michel rose up out of the salt marshes of Normandy. Its spire, like a finger, pointed heavenward. Blue skies with the occasional wisp of white seemed to stretch forever as if nothing existed beyond the abbey.  

I departed the bus and impatiently waited for the next tram. Excitement propelled me as I walked across the causeway to the benedictine abbey. The closer I came, the realization of just how big this feudal structure was became obvious. Once across the path, I entered into a medieval world. Cobbled streets and narrow passageways stretched out. Shops, restaurants, and people filled the island city. Anxious to make sure I made it to the chapel at the top of the abbey, I, along with my daughter and friend, began the arduous climb up the stone steps. 

  The steep stone stairs took us higher, and the view of Normandy was magnificent. The wind whipped and clawed at our clothes as we climbed. Finally, the staircase widened to the courtyard that surrounded the chapel. From the turrets, I stood stretching my eyes to the horizon that melted into the sea. There was peace so high above the world. I entered the chapel and found a pew. I longed for a moment of quiet reflection. 

As I sat in that pew in the stone chapel I thought about the abbey. One of the things that I found to be interesting about Mont Saint Michel is its design in the structural hierarchy of feudal society. On the top, there is God, then the abbey, monastery followed by the great halls. Then storehouses, housing, and on the bottom and outside the walls are the fisherman and farmers’ houses.  

This design places the spiritual leaders and teachers above the rest of the people in the city. There above the commoners and tradesman, the residents of the abbey segregated themselves. It immediately reminded me that Jesus does not want any of us to put ourselves above others. When Jesus came to teach, save, and heal, he did not go to the synagogues, instead, he went to the people. Jesus went to those that needed healing, forgiveness, and encouragement. We cannot influence, encourage, and help unless we are willing to go to those in need.

Getting close to God does not come from building towering chapels and monuments; it comes from focusing on people.

Typist for Jesus