A homeless man was sitting...
Illustration
A homeless man was sitting across the street from an artist's studio. The artist saw him,
and asked if he could paint him, as a portrait study. The man sat as he always sat:
shoulders drooping, eyes downcast and sad. When the artist finished his painting, he
invited the street person in to have a look at it.
"Who's that?" the beggar questioned. The painting bore a slight resemblance to him, but in it there was so much more: a person of dignity, with squared shoulders and bright uplifted eyes, almost good-looking. He asked the artist, "Is that really me? I don't look like that."
But the artist replied, "But that is the person I see in you."
In a similar way, God regards us: as seeds of potential.
In the words of Henry David Thoreau, "Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders."
"Who's that?" the beggar questioned. The painting bore a slight resemblance to him, but in it there was so much more: a person of dignity, with squared shoulders and bright uplifted eyes, almost good-looking. He asked the artist, "Is that really me? I don't look like that."
But the artist replied, "But that is the person I see in you."
In a similar way, God regards us: as seeds of potential.
In the words of Henry David Thoreau, "Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders."
