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.