It’s a Jesus day.

I don’t know why, really. It’s not Sunday or anything. I didn’t wake up to a quiet time, or bible reading, or prayer. Not that kind of prayer, anyway. Not the kind with words and please bless so-and-so and amen.

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It’s a Jesus day, though. I know him today. In the dish water and the faces of scruffy-haired boys and the messy desk and the music. And the almost-snow rain.

In fact and truth, I argued today with a boy and with a man. But it’s a Jesus day, and hot words slid into holy words, and isn’t that Jesus, a cool hand over it all? Isn’t that just like him?

Every day is a Jesus day, of course. He doesn’t need me to find him. But today, I have.

I’m noticing him, today.

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