The Face Of God.

For close to a year now, on my walks with Murphy, I’ve frequently seen the same man.

He’s always riding his bike. We unintentionally choose the same streets, approaching from completely different directions, thus continuing to run into one another.

His face is worn and old. I imagine there are hundreds, if not thousands, of stories held within each line on his forehead, the crinkles around his eyes. Yet he possesses a Youthfulness I have never seen before. A lightness that surrounds his being, even in the midst of what appears to be much heaviness.

He has the most piercing color of clear blue electric eyes … that kind of piercing that seems to look straight through you … I always feel like he knows things about me … things I don’t even know yet. Maybe that’s because he looks at me, fully aware and completely present. Not many People do that anymore … take the time to really look. To acknowledge.

We never say anything more than a hello and smile, even though I always want to stop him. Comment on the weather or some other randomly unnecessary remark, like how his Chicago Cubs jacket is the same one Brother used to wear decades ago, just to get him to stay a little longer than those few seconds that pass between us.

When I see him, I feel like I am staring at the face of God. There is a powerful presence there, that radiates from those worn creases and hard lines. Maybe that’s what I imagine God to look like … so common of a common man that you almost over look Him, but you can’t, because of those eyes that pull you in to some greater Truth, that’s been with you all along.

He makes me feel assured. Isn’t that funny to say! About someone I’ve never so much have even asked, and how are you, to? But I do. I am safe and confident. He re-minds me … of me. Of who I really am. The part of me that knows no fear and no doubts.

And so yes, I suppose I am looking at God when I see him. If that Divine spark lives in each of us, we are all Gods and Masters. Most of us are sleep walking so we don’t know it. But this man knows it and I am thankful for those blue eyes and loving smile.

 

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