I think back to the time when Jesus Christ walked the earth. I think of the person He was and the example He is to me. I Thank God everyday for the price Christ paid for me by giving His life. I am overcome by the GRACE He has shown me. I think so many of us stop right there. We are saved from death by His sacrifice and that is it. I believe there is so much more.
For the Son of Man came to seek and to save that which was lost Luke 19:10
Yes, Christ came to save the lost but He also came to save what was lost. I believe this refers to our hearts. Jesus brings us freedom! Freedom from our sin, freedom from our past, freedom from who we don't want to be, freedom to live life and live it to the fullest.
Jesus gave us several examples of living life. I have heard so many people in church tell me what it means to live life like Christ did. Different pastors and religious people I look up to have told me that living like Christ is to put away our desire for adventure and follow the rules. Kind of a funny side note; these same people usually tell you what rules they want you to follow.
I have met a new teacher. One that does not tell me what to do. One that shows me. His name does not matter. His life does. He lives with no real possessions, but with love. He asks for very little but gives what ever he can. He puts family first and makes no judgments of the people around him. He does not get all pretty before teaching; he wears a bandanna on his head and doesn't shave.
What lesson could a man like this teach us? Many, if we could learn to listen.
Saturday he taught me the power of the touch of the hand. I wonder if he read scripture to learn that Jesus touched the leper to heal him. Jesus did not tell the disease to leave from across the room. (Which He could) He walked up to him and touched him and healed him because the leper had never been touched. That is how Jesus showed love. I wonder if my new teacher stood in a church one day and heard the story of Jesus and the leper. Or I wonder if he just knows, knows deep in his heart that there is power in a touch.
When I approached this man Saturday afternoon he had a arm around his wife. When we talked he reached out for my hand nine times in a few minutes. He reached for a embrace three times in the same few minutes. When he walked away he went to help someone who was high on drugs in the middle of the street without shoes on. He hugged her too. He helped her off the street. He gave her love when he had nothing.
I do not know this mans religious background, I don't know if he believes in Christ. Right now, I don't care. I saw the face of the living real God in my new teacher. I can't wait for my next lesson.
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