@rickblumenberg
I woke early and went out in search of Jesus.
I took the path that lay at my door and followed its winding way amid giant
maples that grew on either side. I looked up into leafy branches and waded
through lovely patches of wild flowers. I stopped briefly at a small brook that
gurgled unheedingly on its way. I had heard that Jesus was there, but I looked
and I could not find him. So I went on.
I walked through beautiful meadows of lush
green, past vineyards and orchards and fields of ripe grain. And I came to a
busy highway where I saw men speeding by in new automobiles, wearing
fashionable shirts and handsome ties. I looked into their faces but they were
bitter and anxious and hurried. So I went on.
I passed stately mansions with broad sweeping
lawns, and dingy hovels with curtain-less win-dows and rickety steps. All the
time I looked for Jesus, but no matter where I looked I did not see him. So I
went on.
I chanced upon a beautiful temple, and seeing
the grandeur of its stone and masonry I went into the coolness of its
sanctuary. I looked up at polished arches gleaming in the shadowy heights and
saw the sun spilling through awesome windows of richly stained glass. I looked up
and I looked around and I looked to the windows. I looked for Jesus, but all
was cold and lifeless and He was not there. So I went on.
I traveled through the busy streets of a
towering city. And I became weary and thirsty, but the day was far spent and I
had not seen Jesus, so I went on.
I followed a dusty road up into the mountains
where I saw a spring of cool, clear water, gush¬ing from the mountainside.
Beside it was a cup and I saw an old man sitting there. The old man took the
cup and held it under the flow until it brimmed full and spilled over the side.
Then he gave me that cup of cold water and he smiled. And there, in the simple
kindness of a gentle stranger—I saw Jesus!
If you know the Lord Jesus Christ be sure the
people around you can see him in you. They may have been looking for a very
long time and although he is ever present and always reaching out to us, they
may never see him anywhere else.
I’m Rick Blumenberg and that’s….“My View from Tanner Creek.”
