I once heard Dallas Willard say that God's fingerprint has grafittied the essence of everything you see. In a city renouned for being "tagger friendly" that thought seems especially poignant. I'm a compulsive peolpe-watcher so the idea captured my attention in relation to my subjects one afternoon.
The other day I was watching people walkby on 16th Street in the Mission District. The variety of peole is astounding if you take moment: the Central American mom with her two kids; the security guard who barely speaks English, but is glad to open the door of the taqueria; the strung-out addict sleeping on the ground; the happy-go lucky asian twenty-somethings; the Filipino hospital workers on break; the drug deal taking place near the alley; the bank teller heading to PanchoVilla for a burrito...
And imagine... every one of them is has Creator God's fingerprint on them. Some are stained or tainted by hard lives, but the fact remains. When I think of the scene now drawn to compassion. My feeling is on behalf of the Savior and His deep love for each one. There is not one person I will meet today who is not tagged by God. That's reality whether it feels like it or not. And there is not one place I will visit that is not influnced by Providence before I show up. That's humbling. It takes faithfulness to really live and act like I belive that God is working in people and places that seem so out of reach, so beyond the grasp of goodness. And yet, I'm compelled to remember anew that "all things work together for God to them that love God." Romans 8:28.
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