Disguise...

The truth is we may not recognize him. He may come to us in distressing disguise. Can it be that Christ comes into our midst along inner city side walks, and back allies, evening disguised as our guest?That ragged alcoholic, or addict with a hacking cough. Is he Jesus? That woman lugging all her worldly goods in two large green garbage bags. Is she Jesus? The urine soaked addict swearing his head off at you. Could that be Jesus?

If any thing I've learnt after years of "trying" to be a christian...it is that it's far easier to worship Jesus...following, do I really. I follow from a comfortable distance. Following closely, is to risk encountering him in disguise.