This past weekend I traveled down to Philadelphia with the youth group I help out with. We challenged the kids to see people in the city as Jesus would see them and not just as people who are "different" than them, or "weird". As I personally began to process this trip certain things came to my mind.
Sometimes I love to just sit and watch people. And I almost feel dumb saying this, but I feel like I have forgotten how many people there are in the world. Being in the city really brought me back to that reality. Living in Tioga county you can get caught up in the two neighbors you live next to. But being in the city, even just riding the train, I was hit with the reality of how many people are actually alive. And every one of them has a story. Everyone has baggage. Everyone loves, and wants to be loved. C. S. Lewis said it best,
"You have never talked to a mere mortal. ... But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit — immortal horrors or everlasting splendours."
How easily I can forget.
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