The ziploc baggie contained nothing more than a sandwich. A simple bologna and cheese sandwich. But to her, it was so much more.
The assignment was to talk about something that showed you about Jesus. The average third grader probably brought in a Bible or hymnal, but not her. She brought in a sandwich and endured the taunts and jeers of her classmates. Timid by nature and a bit reserved in front of adolescent eyes, she held on to the plastic baggie and explained why the sandwich was where she saw Jesus.
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Near the hip of their mother, a four year-old child was asked to pray for a large, African-American homeless woman who felt safe in the unassuming presence of someone under three feet tall. The mighty yet small prayer warrior prayed a short blessing over the woman and her sister handed her a sandwich. A bologna and cheese sandwich.
Now she stood in front of her classmates whose taunts had silenced as she said she saw Jesus as she passed out a sandwich to someone who needed more than bologna and cheese sandwich. She needed Jesus.
As Susan told me this story, I was moved and convicted by the simplicity of how her daughters met with Jesus in a way less formal than a church pew, a prayer circle, or sung song. I get caught up with the formalities that I miss the banalities of life and miracles and simple blessing found in clear ziploc baggies.
So I ask the same question: Where do you see Jesus?
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