Presence

Yesterday one of the women working near me had a hurting finger. I’m not sure what the problem was, but she covered it in cream and then needed to wrap it in cloth in order to continue working. I witnessed her appeal to a coworker, I assume for help in binding the finger. The answer appeared to be in the negative, and the coworker walked away. (In the coworker’s defense, the cream-covered finger did look rather messy and unappealing.) I watched this woman work to wrap her own finger. She got to a certain point in the process and really couldn’t complete the task on her own. That is when she noticed me sitting there. Luckily it doesn’t take language ability to tie strings around a bandage, just a decent grasp of body-language and verbal signals for how tight is tight enough. Once the cloth was secured, she waved her finger triumphantly towards the other women, showing off her ingenious problem-solving abilities. And my badge of honor for the day was being in the right place at the right time to tie string around a finger.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3). Living the presence of Jesus among people can be so simple. It can be so small that you overlook it. After all, it’s just basic kindness to help someone when they need it. But there is something significant in the willingness to help with the little thing that no one else wants to do. It contains a seed of the Kingdom. It is a glimpse of what the world will be when God’s way rules. Yesterday, I heard whispers of the presence of Jesus. Maybe when I look back at my time in this place and wonder what it was all about, I will say, “I did no great things. I had no great roles or responsibilities. But I did get to bind up a finger.”

“The Kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, nor will people say, ‘Here it is,’ or ‘There it is,’ because the Kingdom of God is within you” (Luke 17:21).

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