He told me a story, and I would like to share that story with all of my Dear Readers.
See Me
I have always been a loved child. My father is the most amazing man there ever was. It didn't matter what people did to him; he would just forgive them. Sometimes these awful people would come to our doorstep, begging for my father to help them. He would just smile and he would help them.
My dad is a very quiet man. Most of the time people cannot hear him, but he said it was ok because anyone who needed him would come around eventually.
If he could love everyone else that much, then you can be certain that he loved me even more. I would love to tell you all of the details of my upbringing, but it is not all too important for now. Just know that my father loved me more than all of creation, and he would do anything to bring love in to my life.
One day I had to go away.
I lived with a new family. They were very kind people that my dad loved very much, and he trusted them with my life. The woman was very sweet, and she had a heart of gold. Her husband was a quiet man, just like my father, but he worked very hard to make sure his family was taken care of, and that included me. I was loved very much by these people, and I loved them very much.
Eventually I set out on my own.
I was a preacher, or at least that's what everyone called me.
I just like to say that I was my father's son, loving and caring for everyone I encountered.
I had a small group of guys that I hung out with all the time. They were a rowdy bunch, but they were exactly the kind of people my father loved to hang out with. He always said that these rough souls were the ones who would make the world a better place; they just needed someone to see them for who they truly were.
I saw these men.
And I loved them.
There were many other people I met, and over time I gained a sort of following. People liked to see the things I could do. They were amazed by my special talents, of which I will tell you about another time, and sometimes they did not stay to talk to me. Most of the time, they would just ask for some help and walk away.
I rarely received a single thank you.
My dad was rarely thanked for what he did, so I took that on, and I moved forward with my life. No use hurting over something I could not control.
Then one day I saw a girl I used to be very close to. She was a beautiful girl who loved people with all her heart, and she was very much loved by her own family. My dad had introduced us one night, and we used to talk all the time. We still talked from time to time, but she had become more like the people my father helped: asking for specific things and not really spending any time with me.
I missed her so very much.
Anyway, she had gotten in to a bit of trouble, and she felt like she could not possibly make up for her mistakes. The truth was...she could not make up for what she had done, not on her own at least. She needed someone to stand up for her, to stand tall among all of the people who constantly reminded her of her faults.
The only way was for me to stand up in front of everyone and scream that I loved her.
It was the only thing I could do.
There was just one problem.
She refused to look at me.
Day in and day out, I would make the trek up the rocky hill and scream until I could not scream any longer. I would cry out to all of the world that I loved this girl. Unfortunately, she was too wrapped up in her own little world to even think of me.
During that time, she and I still talked. She apparently had no idea I went up the hill every day, even though I dropped as many hints as possible. The conversations were dull. The girl would just go on and on about the little things she wished were working better in her life. Sometimes she would ask me how I was doing, but she rarely listened.
Sometimes I would send her gifts, things that helped her in her day to day life.
Sometimes I wrote her letters.
Sometimes I passed by her home, just to make sure she was ok.
Still the girl didn't see me.
Finally the girl lost it. She seemed to be completely broken. The once very sweet and happy girl I loved so very much hid herself from most of the world, except for a few wonderful souls that my father sent to take care of her. Even though I was her friend, my father still took care of her. He is amazing like that. The girl noticed those people, but she still was a shell of her former self.
I could not take it anymore.
I rushed down the hill, and I fell down from my lofty place. I was cut, bruised, physically broken...but I could not possibly let my dear friend be like this anymore. If it took a little pain on top of the public humiliation, I would do it. Again and again I would do it for her.
The girl was not too far from my hill. Even though we spoke often, she rarely left her place. It was difficult for her to climb the hill. As I neared her home, I heard her crying.
"See me," she sobbed over and over again, "Please, someone see me. See the person I really am. The person who just wants to love other people and not have to constantly fit in. See me."
"See me," I said back from the other side of the door.
The sniffles stopped for a moment.
"See me Felicity," I said again, a little louder this time.
"What?"
"See me Felicity," I smiled and looked at her through the window, "See me, cut up and broken. See me, calling out your name from that hill every day. See me, the man who will give anything to anyone. See me."
"I see you," she smiled in a sing song voice.
"I love you."
"I love you too Jesus."
Ok, perhaps the story does not exactly go like that. I may have taken a few liberties, but the message is the same: God loves you. He would be a complete fool for you, and He would do that just for you. In fact, He did something incredibly foolish. He died on the Cross even though He knew that there were people that would refuse to see Him.
Even so, Christ died for us.
He loves you so much.
He loves you so much that he calls you every day from Heaven. He sacrifices Himself so that we may have a happier life. He sends us friends and family to guide us, and He knows what we are feeling. He's been rejected, just like we have. More importantly, he's been ignored.
He's been lonely on this Earth.
He sees you, and He loves you so much.
See Him, and let him love you.
Because Dear Reader...you're that important.
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