I HOPE THEY SEE HIM WHEN THEY SEE ME

I'll never forget Gary. He showed up on my doorstep in the late 90s. I opened the door to see a man wearing jeans with holes and smattered with paint. His shirt exposed arms covered in dust, but his smile was warm and friendly. He was a contractor. He didn't know if we needed renovations or repairs, but thought he'd check since he was cold-calling in the neighborhood. As he spoke, I blurted out, "You're a Christian, aren't you?" That smile again. He quickly shot back, "Well, I try to be. I hope people see that when they see me." That's the transformation Jesus brings!