I wonder what it would have been like to have been the field that Jesus walked through – to feel His feet against my soil?
I wonder what it would have been like to be the tree that provided shade against the heat of the day – to have the Son of God lay against my trunk and under my branches?
Or what about the cloud He gazed upon while looking in the sky? What shapes would He have seen in me?
What would it have been like to be the wind that blew through His hair – to feel the softness of His skin as I gently blew by?
Or what about the rock He cried upon and leaned on while He prayed to His Father – to feel the warm blood that He sweat as it dripped on my hard surface?
But as the rocks, trees, fields, and wind were created through Him – so also was man created in His image. And I am thankful that I know what it is like to be a child of God. And though I have not been able to physically touch Jesus (yet) – He has touched me in a much deeper way, by loving me.
To know that the blood that dripped upon that rock, and why He came to earth was for me, makes me thankful that I don’t have to wonder what it is like to be made in the image of God.
[Originally written Monday, April 27, 1992. I was 22.]