Imago Dei. In the image of God. I look around.
The upbeat security guard who helps me sign into the museum and shows me where to go with a huge smile on his face.
The young girl at the local 7-11 who puts my groceries into a bag while welcoming every customer who enters the store.
The homeless man with his trolley of cardboard boxes and all his earthly possessions who I often see when I walk out the gate of my high rise condominium.
People.
Created by God.
In His image.
And I find myself ashamed. I walk past or interact with these people without giving it much thought. Imago Dei. Two words that carry so much meaning for us. Each of the millions of people who live in this city are created in the image of God and their lives have value. How do my interactions with them show that I believe this? I call myself a Christian, do I not? Someone who is a follower of Christ Jesus.
I have an uncomfortable feeling that Jesus' interactions with the security guard, the 7-11 cashier and the homeless man would have been different to mine.