Love is blind



            The sermon this morning indicated that that when God looks at us he sees Jesus. My immediate thought was that God must be blind. To look at me a poor, pitiful sinner and see the perfection that is Jesus Christ, is nothing short of miraculous. Following what little I know of logic it stands to reason that if God is love (which he is) and love is blind then God must be blind. However, in this circumstance his blindness is not a handicap but rather a merciful blessing.
            The sermon also reflected that Jesus was first and became a servant among men; this is also to be how we respond to God’s love for us. We have no need to push and shove to the front of the line to gain the attention of God because he is looking for his children who have the hearts of servants and who see others the way he does.
            Luke 9: 46-48 _ ‘An argument started among the disciples as to which of them would be the greatest.  Jesus, knowing their thoughts, took a little child and had him stand beside him.  Then he said to them, “Whoever welcomes this little child in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.  For it is the one who is least among you all who is the greatest.”
            Would you behave differently if every person you encountered took on the form of Jesus? It is a nice idea, perhaps we could create a new craze along the lines of WWJD (what would Jesus do?). Imagine every person you meet or interact with is Jesus. Not only would we be kind, we would be stumbling over each other to serve. Of course, if that other person were Jesus we wouldn’t be irritated because he or she would exude grace. Unfortunately for us the other people we meet are sinners just like we are and they do irritate us. We can still try to love them, to serve them, and to bring glory to our God. Love really should be blind, it should not take into account economics or appearance or residence or anything else, it needs to be spread around liberally.

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