You Are Christ to Me

One night during the Crimean War, Florence Nightingale was walking through a hospital ward — moving quietly among the wounded, as she did every night by lamplight. She paused and bent over a seriously wounded soldier. As she looked at him, he looked up at her and said:

"You are Christ to me."

I have never forgotten that image. Because I think it points to something John was trying to tell us at the end of his gospel — that the risen Christ, though not always easily recognized, is still present. Still tangible. Still showing up in unexpected forms.

Mary Magdalene thought he was the gardener. The men on the road to Emmaus thought he was a stranger. The disciples on the beach didn't recognize him at first — just a figure standing in the early morning light.

And yet he was there.

Have you ever had a moment like that soldier had? When someone showed up at exactly the right time — a phone call, a meal, a hand on the shoulder, a listening ear — and something in you recognized it as more than coincidence? As presence?

Or perhaps you have been on the other side of it — and only later realized what you had been part of.

The risen Christ moves through ordinary people doing ordinary things. And sometimes, in those moments, the person on the receiving end looks up and perhaps thinks: you are Christ to me.

I wonder how many times that has already happened in your life — moments you recognized, and perhaps many more you didn't. And I wonder who might be waiting for you to show up for them today in exactly that way.

Prayer: Lord Jesus, make us your presence for someone today — in whatever small, ordinary way that might look. And give us eyes to recognize you when you come to us through the kindness of others. Amen.

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