Monday night, I saw Jesus and it was amazing and humbling all at the same time. No, I didn’t have some mystical experience. I physically saw the hands and feet of Jesus.
I saw his hands carrying a bowl of stew to man who walked in with a confused look on his face as he was told to find a place to sit and we would serve him. I saw Jesus’ arms as they hugged a senior adult lady before she left the restaurant. I saw Jesus in the smiles of the nearly 20 volunteers from our 1st B family who gave of their time to serve a free meal to those in our community who could use something to eat.
But more than anywhere else, I saw Jesus in the hearts of the two ladies who opened their restaurant and cooked the food at their own expense in order to provide a free meal to those who needed it.
Yes, Monday night I saw Jesus and my life may never be the same!
Be a blessing to someone else today!
Clay in the Hands 
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