I’ve seen lots of faces.
Faces full of fear.
Faces full of joy.
Faces full of anxiety.
Faces full of grace.
Faces full of hopelessness.
Faces full of hope.
And, in many of these faces, I find myself looking into the eyes that belong to a different face.
The face of a baby.
The face of a King.
If you want to know what Jesus looks like, then I urge you to talk to a refugee.
Talk to one who has been forced to leave everything behind. To travel a great distance. To go hungry. To go without shelter, or a bed, or warmth.
It’s not hard to see Jesus, when you stand in the midst of a refugee encampment.
He’s all over the place.
In the face of the young child. Too young to know what’s happening, but old enough to know that life isn’t what it was just a few short weeks ago.
In the face of the old man. Weather-worn from years of farming or shepherding or bread making or bazaar trading. Old enough to know that the world is painful, yet longing to return to the comfort and peace of his own living room.
In the face of the young mother. Caught somewhere between joy and euphoria at the new baby in her arms and the fear of it dying for lack of proper nutrition.
In the face of the teenaged boy. Ready to take on the world, but afraid of what might lie ahead. Hopes, dreams, aspirations, fears.
In the face of those who serve these precious people. Hands and feet forsaking home and family. Leaving behind comfort. Leaving behind safety.
As Jesus was preparing to die, he told his disciples about the judgement (Matthew 25:31-46). Nations, he said, would be gathered together. Some would be sent to his right hand, and others to his left. Sheep and goats. To those the right, he would grant an inheritance of the Kingdom fulfilled. To those on the left, no inheritance.
The difference? How they treated the hungry and the poor and the destitute and the refugee and the immigrant and the thirsty and the naked.
Those who had met the needs, given the inheritance of the Kingdom.
Those who had not met the needs, cast away forever.
Both groups called Jesus Lord. But, only one group had taken the time to see his face.
And, the judgment isn’t against individuals. It’s against nations.
Jesus-followers should take pause when those who claim Jesus try to keep those in need at bay.
“When I was hungry,” Jesus said, “you fed me.”
Will you feed him?
Will you welcome him?
Will you look at the faces and see his face?