One day, while I was walking the streets in a tourist-filled Asian city and wondering why on earth we were planning to send a team there, the Lord showed up.  When I went home that night, I sat down to spend time with Him, and this story came out.  I'm not often a creative writer, but that day my writing was really an act of worship more than anything else.  It just flowed in response to what the Lord showed me that day.  Here, I want to share it with you.  May you also be led to a place of heartfelt worship as you walk an Asian road with me and meet Jesus in the moments of your own day.

I saw you today Jesus.

You had no eyes and no hands, just empty, red sockets on either side of your nose and hard, brown nubbs at the ends of both your arms.  You knelt on a croweded city street, awkwardly perching and empty bucket between your limbs, waiting for coins.

As I approached you, I heard myself say, "Ni-hao" -- the only word I knew in your language.  My friend and I had brought you dinner, and we wanted you to know.  You could not see or feel it so I gently craddled a bit of chicken beneath your nose until you inhaled and understood.

Since you had no hands, I carefully held food to your lips until you took your first bite.  Then I contnued holding it there as you slowly took your second and your third, each careful, each deliberate.  When you seemed thirsty, my friend moved a straw to your lips and waited as you gingerly sipped your drink.

Minutes passed by quietly as we sat with you Jesus.  I enjoyed every moment.  Rarely do I find such a simple opportunity to serve you even though you have given your whole life to serve me. 

Thank you for a chance to love you tangibly.  Thank you for a way to spend time in your presence.  As I walked away today, I had tears in my eyes becaus you showed up in my day, quite unexpectedly, and you changed my life forever.

Thank you Jesus.

I love you.

Amen.