Wrappers 

In this season of political agendas, award shows, and such the conversations quickly turn to the way a person presents himself or herself to those around them.  Columns, blogs, news shows, and so on will fill their time with commentaries, criticisms, and observations of who looked good, who didn’t, who spoke well, and who did not. 

It is one of the few times I am grateful to not have cable or the Internet constantly accessible. I find it all exhausting to try to cut through the pomp to get to the root of the matter in the heart. In 1 Samuel 16 King Saul has lost the favor of God and now God has told Samuel it is time to select the new king of Israel. 

This chapter is one of the more powerful chapters I love in the Old Testament. Samuel meets each of Jesse’s older sons and hears God tell him again and again, “He is not the one I have selected.” It isn’t until Samuel asks Jesse, “Do you have any other sons?” Jesse’s response, “Oh yeah, my youngest, he is out tending the sheep.” 

Samuel says, “Well, bring him in to meet me, because we aren’t eating until he comes.” I can only imagine the hustle that came with this declaration. The whole meal being put on hold, until the youngest comes in, he didn’t hold a position of importance in the family.  

And yet. 

1 Samuel 16:7 But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or his stature, because I have rejected him. Man does not see what the Lord sees, for man sees what is visible, but the Lord sees the heart.” 

God saw things differently than Samuel did.  He saw past the impressive wrappers the world sees, to see the heart of the man. The heart is what matters most. Not the size of he man, the age, the position, it was the heart. 

1 Samuel 16:12-13 So Jesse sent for him. He had beautiful eyes and a healthy, handsome appearance.Then the Lord said, “Anoint him, for he is the one.” So Samuel took the horn of oil, anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and the Spirit of the Lord took control of David from that day forward. Then Samuel set out and went to Ramah. 

I pray for my eyes to see others as God sees them.  Not the pretty clothes, broad shoulders, or chiseled features; these things are fleeting.  I pray my eyes will see the heart of the man, the heart of the woman, who claims to love God and whose actions follow through with that declaration. 

How do you choose to see? 

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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