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We Will Never Know
He sat beside his elderly weak mother.
Tenderly, gently, he moved his arms around her fragile shoulder.
As the rest of us stood to sing a hymn he sat there,
looking intently at her face. I thought to myself,
I am looking at Jesus.
Her child was crying there in the supermarket aisle.
Her cart was getting full and the checkout process would take some time.
But she uttered no harsh words and did not raise her voice.
Crouching down on her knees she quietly held her child.
As the crying diminished, I thought to myself,
I am looking at Jesus.
I saw her on the sidewalk, walking with a cane,
bent over in what appeared to be agonizing pain.
Suddenly she fell to the concrete.
Before I could pull my car over to the curb, a backpack-
toting young boy, on his way home from school, rushed to her aid.
His mother would be proud. I thought to myself,
I am looking at Jesus.
The father stood beside his child as another shopper
took the very last game box from the shelf.
The child, with tears welling up in her eyes said,
“Daddy that was the last one.”
The unknown shopper handed the game box to the Father,
saying she knew where she could get another one.
I thought, Jesus shops here.
We will never know who is watching.
We will never know how our actions impact others.
We will never know the impact our words have on others.
We will never know what opportunities come to us in the course of a day.
Others just might see Jesus in us.! We will never know.
Author, Rebecca Wells (We will never know)
First published by Warner Press, Anderson, IN
