Faceless

I was reading through my journal and found this entry from this time last year. I love growth.

9/2/08

Faceless.

As I live today, breathing, stretching, striving, I feel faceless. I am faceless. I have no desire to promote myself. Perhaps it has at its root a desire to hide in order to be found. Or perhaps it -this facelessness- is the amalgamation of my body, my soul, into that of Christ and the Church. I love the quote by the unnamed gospel preacher that says “We’ve got to unite ourselves as one body. Because Jesus is coming back, and He’s coming for a Bride, not a harem.”

In the words of Jesus, I must lose my life in order to truly find it. That seems to be the case today.

"We must release our grip on people and cling to Jesus. We must be enraptured by the Holy One so that we can love people in a holy way."

To be faceless is the best way to be a servant. To be faceless is the only way to love. For when we allow ourselves to dip into the pure well if life that is the Love of Christ and the Church we will slowly see our reflection fade away. At first it is comforting to lean over the side of the pool and see your reflection in the water, an assurance that you are part of that body. However, it is only when you jump into the pool that you truly enter in, and when you do, the ripples will blur any reflection of singularity and ones former self.

I rejoice in facelessness! What peace, what joy it brings! To live this life as a faceless one, and serve a faceless King.

When People Make You Human

I love my job.

I love what I do. I love that smiling at people and being cheerful really does make a difference in a person's day. But most of the time it just feels like I'm a machine; like I'm just the cashier and I should have all the answers.

Once in a while, though, someone comes through my line who makes me feel human again.

It's the people who notice something about you. The people who hear you talk about a passion an ask you about it. The lady who comes through the check out line and asks me what instrument I play because I'm wearing a musical note necklace. The woman who just got back from Europe and tells me of her travels. The old man who tells me about his now deceased niece named Anna. The people who, when I ask them "How are you today?" respond with "I'm good, thank you. How are you??"

People have such a great power over your life. It's not the goal of our life, it's a product of the Fall, BUT it does reflect our hearts desire. We are made to make life better.

Man was made to receive God's love, woman was made to receive God's love and bring beauty to man's life. We need each other. It's in our souls.

A smile, a nod, a firm handshake, a friendly conversation, attention, affection, kindness. It makes a difference... Do you know how much affect you have on the lives of others? Even people you don't know. You can be Jesus for someone.

I love my job. It's not that big of a deal. I'm just a cashier. It's not the goal of my life. I don't plan to be there for much longer. But I would if I had to. I love people and I know I make a difference. Yeah it sounds silly. But I'm doing it for Jesus.

What are you doing? Who do you make human?