Last night at Hometown Buffet, Kay took the kids home so I could stay and visit with her brother-in-law, who had joined us late in our meal. I was full, so whenever he got up to get food, I engaged in an enjoyable pastime: people-watching. But have you ever done it as a prayer? “God,” I prayed, “give me a glimpse into their lives.” This is what I saw:
I saw at the table in front of me, an elderly lady. She wore a tight cap; I could not see any hair on her head. Cancer patient, I thought. The cap’s color was chosen to match her jacket. She wore a wedding ring. An elderly man returned with his food, and her face lit up in a bright smile. She was loved, and in love, and she was beautiful. And God, God was watching, and he loved her.
I saw at the table to the left, a pretty girl who did not look happy, and an older man. A teenager and her father. They sat on opposite sides of the table, but did so at a diagonal so they wouldn’t have to face each other. They didn’t say a thing. Well, not until the girl said she was ready to go and stood up, and her dad told her to siddown, which she did with a thump and a frown. Neither seemed to feel loved, nor loving. But God, God was watching, and he loved them both.
I looked around the room in amazement as I realized that God’s love for each person I saw was immense and real. I know what it is to feel God’s love, but it was something else to get just a taste of it for all the people around me. I realized that God’s love is much, much bigger than I know.