The eyes of Christ

I have the selfish tendency of walking through life in an uncaring manner, being judgmental and fearful of others.  Or even worse, indifferent.  Indifference is more often the case.  It is so easy to be all about my stuff and my cares and my agenda that my eyes glaze over and pass on by.

But, the eyes of Christ.  They missed nothing as he walked this earth.  I was not there, of course, but it is obvious from what we can read and what we can know about the attributes of God, that His gaze was piercing and kind, looking past the masks we all wear and into the heart.

The woman at the well.  The accused woman.  The rich young man.

I cannot look at a man's heart.  But I need to see my fellow man as Jesus saw them.  I need to be compassionate and patient.  I need to care enough to know that they need to hear the truth in a kind way.  I need to care about their lost state more than I care about my fears of being transparent.  

I need to care, period.