Seeing Jesus

Last night as we walked home from the beach, Rob turned around to face me, smiling, almost beaming, and with the glow of the sunset on his face exclaimed, “That is exactly what I was thinking!”

He was responding to my comment, “That guy reminded me of Jesus.”

When we had arrived at the shore’s edge, an hour prior, we saw an older heavier man fall backwards onto the driftwood. We coaxed him into a better position and assured him we would stay until help came. We didn’t have to ask twice when a brown-skinned, bearded man with, presumably, his wife and tween daughter, showed up, “Can you help us?” This person was strong and gentle, perhaps EMT-trained?…everything we needed. Once he quickly assessed that we were ok, he turned his full attention to the other gentleman.

Both Rob and I were completely overcome by his graciousness. He questioned the man, helped him rise, and got him a stick, then walked off with him through the dunes and towards the vehicles. Our rescuer was completely focused and loving. And like those on the road to Emmaus long ago, we felt our hearts burning within us.