Eyes to See

Well, it's good to know I'm not perfect yet.  I wish I didn't have to show it to everyone else though.  I derailed the entire Sunday School class today.  We were talking about Christ reading in the synagogue and how everyone stared at him and thought he was crazy or possessed and then kicked him out.  Silly me, I said I had heard stories about the crazy guy in our ward before we moved in who claimed to be a prophet and that I didn't think it was all that different.  Well, you know, except for the fact that the guy the Jews mistook for  crazy was, in fact, the Christ.

I hope I would be one of the people with a heart open enough to see him and more importantly feel him for who he was.  That, after all,  is the point.  But, right now in this time, I think I probably miss really cool opportunities to see and feel because I think things should be a certain way and they just aren't.

If I were there that day, would I see Jesus as the grown son of the neighborhood girl who got herself in trouble?  Would I wonder what ridiculous thing he was going to do next to embarrass himself?  Would I wonder when  his blasphemous ways were going to catch up with him?  Would I be thinking, "My leaders aren't falling for this junk.  So he must be a fraud.  What if he can do parlor tricks and bring on a little shock and awe?  I don't see him figuring out a plan to liberate us from the Romans."

I hope not.  I'm confident that my leaders today would bow and part out of his way and be joyous in resigning their positions of  "power" to him.  I don't have to worry that they wouldn't recognize him.

I hope that I could see Him for myself and lean on my own knowledge and feelings of the Spirit.