I’m not a food photographer.
However, I was hungry when I sat down to this: my supper.
I was more than physically hungry.
I was spiritually hungry as well.
So, I read my Bible while pacifying my tummy.
I read the gospel of John.
To be exact I reread the section beginning just after Christ is raised till the end of the book.
It struck me.
Mary was far more than hungry for a glimpse of Jesus that morning at the tomb.
She must have felt bewildered, frightened, and possibly even desperate.
Her sorrow at the loss of her Lord was made even worse by what she thought was the theft of His body.
She sees the angels in the tomb and then turns to see Jesus Himself.
She failed to recognize Him, mistaking Him for the gardener.
At this I closed my eyes and prayed:
“Lord, how often have I missed You in my every day? How often do I allow the circumstances which cause me sorrow and pain to distort my vision to the point of being blind to Your face? How might I change so I never again miss seeing You?”
“Because you have been using your eyes to look for Me. Look with your heart instead.”
I felt my spirit overflow with the beauty of God’s truth.
I can choose to look for Christ in ever piece and bit of each day.
I can continue to hide His word in my heart. As I walk with Him I learn ever more Who He is.
I can lean on the Lord to fill even my most basic need and trust Him that He’s working even in the bleakness of wretchedness.
How great is our God!
May His name endure forever!
Jesus Christ, of Nazareth.