The Pharisees came and began to argue with him, asking him for a sign from heaven, to test him. And he sighed deeply in his spirit and said, “Why does this generation ask for a sign? Truly I tell you, no sign will be given to this generation.” And he left them, and getting into the boat again, he went across to the other side. (Mark 8:11-13)

This verse kept echoing a song from childhood summers at church camp:  “And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love… yes, they’ll know we are Christians by our love.”

Because my gut says, “is love all ya got???”  I want a SIGN—some great feat of awe and wonder to prove God’s love.  Something showy.  But what greater sign than the quiet power of love in the human heart?  When I stopped asking for a sign and started BEING a sign, it broke my heart wide open.  I found a newpower to see the presence of God in the frustratingly imperfect faces of everyday life—in you and in me.  Instead of looking for our differences, I began to look for our “highest common denominator.”  Suddenly, God was no longer “out there”;  His spirit dwells in me.  And surprise! The more freely I give of what I found—the ordinary love of my ordinary heart—the greater my capacity for ordinary love has grown.  The more gentleness I have for the world, the more gentle I become with myself.

I know I’m a Christian by my love.  Who needs a sign?

Today may I work to BE a sign, rather than look for one.  May I throw myself in people and find myself in You.  Through Christ, may I be known by my love.  So be it.

Wendy Moses Powerless, Recovered, Loving

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