Through new eyes. . .

I’m tired of seeing other people through the eyes of a Christian. Sometimes I’m sickened by my own perspective.

But yesterday I saw through different eyes.

Let me tell you a story.

I was working late yesterday trying to finish up some stuff before the start of the weekend. Around 7:30 the door buzzed. I couldn’t see anyone through the office security monitor, so I walked over to the door. I figured it’d probably be one or more of my coworkers coming back from the Verizon 5K.

As I got to the door, a young girl—no older than 17 years—was standing outside. She had dyed black hair and freckles and was wearing a pink camisole and black leggings. A large tattoo stretched from her shoulder to her elbow, and she was clutching some papers in her hand. One of those was our brochure.

I began to sense a barrier building up inside me. Tread carefully, Nate, I heard in the back of my mind. She might be after something.

“Can I help you?” I asked as I cracked the door.

“Someone over at First Choice told me about you guys. Is there someone I can talk to? I’m going through a rough time right now.”

First Choice, huh. Nate, just look at her. Put the two and two together. She’s not the kind of person you want to be talking to. The voice in my mind seemed to be growing louder.

Suddenly the girl vanished in my mind’s eye, and I saw an old friend standing in front of me. “Nate, this girl is me.”

No way, Amanda. You’re becoming a world-changer.

“Have you forgotten where I came from? Have you forgotten what I’ve been through? You say I’m becoming a world-changer. So is she, Nate. I’ve just been on that road longer than she has.”

The girl walked in, and we sat in the lobby/foyer for about five minutes.

After a short chat, I let her out. “I’m sorry there was no one here to help you, but look for us on Sunday.”

As she walked away from my office, I paused. I could almost hear God’s voice whispering to me, “She’s my daughter too, Nate. I’ve given her the same potential to shape the world as I’ve given you. She has so much potential. Can you see it? My Son can. He died for her because he believes in her.”

The band was practicing in the basement. Through the floor I heard Dave singing these words:

There is no guilt here
There is no shame
No pointing fingers
There is no blame
What happened yesterday has disappeared
The dirt has washed away
And now it’s clear

There’s only grace
There’s only love
There’s only mercy
And believe me it’s enough
Your sins are gone
Without a trace
And there’s nothing left now
There’s only grace

And in that moment I realized that God’s story is too big for Christians to get in the way of it.

God’s Kingdom is infiltrating our lives and cutting each one of us through his unparalleled love and grace.

If we’ll look at her through Christ’s eyes, we’ll find that this girl’s story is going to be more beautiful than any we could possibly imagine.

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