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Look Mommy! I See Jesus!

"And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into His likeness with ever increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit."~2 Corinthians 3:18

Last week was Vacation Bible School at my church. I helped out in storytelling along with four other people, including the associate pastor. For the three stories that came from the New Testament, the associate pastor played Jesus, and that got me to wondering how many of the kids would start believing that he actually was Jesus. Then I thought, Is that really such a bad thing?

As Christians, we are called to reflect Christ as we go about our daily lives. This means loving others the way Christ loves us, accepting others who may be different, offering forgiveness even when we don't feel it's deserved, and serving others the way Christ served his disciples. We can talk about our faith all we want, but when we are actually living it out is when it is most effective. The more our actions reflect who we say we are, the more like Christ we become. When we live like this, we don't need to tell others about what Christ was like because we are showing them through what we do.

Now I know this isn't easy. We have our own personalities and want things a certain way. Being like Christ is not in our human nature. That's why we need to lean on God's strength daily to accomplish this. Colton Dixon's "Let Them See You" puts this longing into a beautiful prayer.


Brothers and sisters, let's commit to making this our prayer every single day. A wise person once said, "People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care." So we need to go out and show people how much God cares for them. We will never be just like Christ, but through His strength, we can become close enough to be mistaken for Him.

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