Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou

not known me, Phillip? he that hath seen me hath seen the Father;

and how sayest thou then, Shew us the Father? John 14:9

 

        Yo, Phillip don’t you know who I am by now? I am my Father’s Son. I don’t know how you can be questioning that. We’ve been hanging out all this time. Surely I’ve mentioned that I am here to do the will of my Father who dwells within me. Really, Phillip, are you serious? You want to see Him in order to believe me. I’m hurt. Or at least that’s how I think the conversation would go if Phillip asked that question today.

         Even seeing the popular portrait of Christ hanging above my mother’s piano I’m not sure I’ve seen God in the physical sense. He lives in the realm of glory and no one has been able to explain to me what glorified bodies look like. I’ve heard His Face shines so brightly it lights all of Heaven. There’s another picture that looks out at me with familiar features: as familiar as the features in the mirror. It is a picture of my late father. There’s no doubt they brought home the right baby from the hospital. I have his hair coloring, skin-tone and eye color. When I took my senior year picture for high school the photographer took a few different angles. The best profile matched the picture I have of my father. People who hadn’t seen him or the photo confirmed it. I look like my father.

       We are called to be like Christ so we are therefore to be a reflection of the Father who sent Him. Hopefully people can see the resemblance in each of us.