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Jesus at My
Door
by Vance
Agee
Nearly - I
was nearly unable to speak. ???Sure, yes, that would be
great.??? And then for a minute or two I could only stand in
the back of my classroom and watch, as the student moved
desks and picked up bits of paper. He knew that I wanted to
straighten up the room. But I could only stand and look.
It had been
a hectic day. It had been one of those days during which one
questions the wisdom of being a teacher. A day during which
one questions whether students care about the efforts made
for them. A day of questioning God??™s Will.
But when at
first I could only watch and later join in to work with my
student, I knew something which many have not known, have
not realized when the moment has come. Although beyond my
personal human visual spectrum, there was more than just an
incredibly kind and thoughtful student in my room.
The woman
at the well was told that if she only knew with Whom she was
speaking, she could request of Him and have living water!
Imagine if Pontius Pilate had known Whom he was judging: the
Rex Regum, the King of Kings, the Lord over Caesar Augustus!
But I must return to my classroom.
Perhaps two
minutes after my last class had left and I had slumped into
my negative and doubting frame of mind, this young man had
come to my door.
I was in
awe: of the student, of the timing, of the power of such a
seemingly small event. But I also did realize something of
immense importance. There are no accidents. That student
came of his own accord to help me, but he had not come
alone. Yes, I thanked him.
But the
Spirit of the Living God and His Son was within and with
this student.
I felt Him.
Jesus had
been at my door.
?© 2005 Vance Agee |
