Seen, Known and Loved
As I sat at the kitchen table of my tiny apartment, my eyes made their way toward the large floor-to-ceiling window looking out into the city. The sun had set, and the sky had begun to speckle itself with tiny lights. The ones along the ground seemed to burn brighter than the ones hidden high up by layers of fog. I began to wonder how long it had been since I had seen the night sky.
Thinking back to the summers I spent in Puerto Rico, I remembered being woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of the coqui frogs and stumbling out of bed to find my grandmother sitting in her garden, looking up at the sky.
I remember stepping down the steep step to get to the garden from the house, and crawling up into my grandmother’s lap, and looking up at the stars.
“If you look up,” she said, “you can see the saints in the sky, these are the stars. These are the people that Jesus has saved. He can see you from up there where he resides.”
I just remember looking at the tiny glowing dots and wondering how on earth a person could get so high up. “I can’t see them” I told her. “If I can’t see them, and they are with Jesus, how can he see me?”
“He can see you.” She told me. “He always sees you.”
I didn’t understand as a child, but I can see it now, what she told me. The fact that he sees me. He promises us his presence and tells us that we are fully seen, known, and loved.
I am reminded of the story of Philip and Nathaniel, when Nathaniel encounters Jesus. ““How do you know me?” Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”” (John 1:48).
Jesus saw him, even from afar, when Nathaniel was alone, Jesus saw him.
So you, too, are seen by the Messiah.