It was one of those days. You know the kind I’m talking about. I didn’t feel all that good. Actually, I felt downright crappy, to be honest.
When evening rolled around, I finally felt like eating. The only problem was the refrigerator was empty. And it was snowing outside.
What do you do when that happens? Right, you pick up the phone and order pizza.
Not What I Expected
I have to confess that I feel guilty when I order food for delivery when the weather is terrible. Here I am sitting in a warm, safe, comfy home expecting someone to go out in nasty conditions to bring me my food. But I give myself a pass when I am feeling ill.
Little did I know when I placed my order I was going to get more than pizza delivered to my door.
About thirty minutes after I placed my order the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of my much-anticipated supper. But when I opened the door I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
Standing there with my pizza in his hand was an older man, and I’m ashamed to admit that when I saw him, my mind immediately jumped into judgment mode.
He had a small statute and was the most unkept delivery person who had ever come to my door. His beard and hair were both long and scraggly, and he was obviously a person of little means.
However, unlike the rude customer service person from another company I spoke with earlier in the day, this gentleman was kind and polite.
We chatted as he gave me my pizza and change. I commented on how bad the weather was, and he shared how this was supposed to be his night off, but he had been called in because they were slammed with orders because of the conditions.
Even though it was the worst night of winter to that point and he had been called in on his day off there was not a trace of negativity in his voice. He was very positive and upbeat.
I wished him safety for the remainder of his night, and he drove off into the ice and snow.
As I plopped on the couch to eat my pizza in front of the TV, I realized that I felt uplifted from the short, simple conversation with this man.
Getting To The Heart Of The Matter
The next morning as I began my quiet time God brought the encounter back to my mind, as He spoke to my heart in a valuable way.
The scripture for the day was 1 Samuel 16:1-12 (I encourage you to read the entire passage). It is the story of the Lord sending Samuel to anoint one of Jesse’s sons as the next King of Israel. One by one the sons are paraded before Samuel who thinks to himself; surely it’s this one.
In verse seven God tells Samuel something about his thought process regarding who should be selected.
“But the Lord said to Samuel, ‘don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.’” 1 Samuel 16:7 (NLT)
As I read this verse, it pierced my heart, and I cried.
He whispered to me, “People aren’t bodies they are hearts. You need to look at their heart.”
“The heart is the connecting point, the meeting place between two persons.” – John Eldridge
This is a reminder I need every day. We live in a world that bombards us. Commercials, Hollywood, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest. With photoshoped reality, they teach us to see the opposite of what God is telling us.
I don’t know if the pizza delivery guy was a believer or not but I know I saw Jesus in Him by the way He acted. But I nearly missed it because I was looking at his appearance and not his heart.
An Ocular Transplant
I need God’s eyes to see past the surface, to look into the heart. What I need is an ocular transplant so I can see with Jesus’s eyes.
As my pastor likes to say, “When we see as God sees we will do as God says.” So now I ask Jesus every morning to let me see others with His eyes. To let me see their heart.
I’m asking Him to rearrange my priorities so that they are not the things seen but rather the things unseen. I know that I can’t be the person who He created me to be, to fulfill the purpose He called me to unless I live from the heart and see the hearts of others.
I’m so glad He looks at my heart and teaches me to see his heart and the heart of others. Lord write your story on my heart.
When you look at other people today how can you concentrate on seeing their hearts, not their appearance?