Hello, I’m someone you see often, but you feel you don’t know me. You’ve shaken my hand from time to time, but you’re not sure you remember my name. Our encounters are sometimes awkward, so you may often chose to walk past me as though I wasn’t there. You mean no harm, you just think you don’t know me. But you do, much more than you think.
You see, I’m a lot like you, in many fundamental and very real ways. I bruise like you, when bumped or when insulted. I cry like you, when I’m very sad or when I’m very happy. I struggle with emotions, such as anger or resentment, just as you do every now and then. Sometimes you have trouble sleeping at night, and so do I. We laugh at the same things, mostly. We encounter many of the same problems in life, and we both worry about them. We’ve both felt the pain of losing someone close to us, but have also felt the joy of holding a newborn. Just as you have been ill, with a cold, or a flu, or maybe much worse, so have I had to deal with sickness. I have many memories and stories to tell, both good and bad, and so do you. You struggle each day to make ends meet, and so do I. I’ve felt the distress that comes from loneliness; its likely you may have also. Sometimes, we’ve even felt alone in a crowd, or perhaps even in a church.
But mostly, we pray to the same God. We were saved by the same grace. We were bought by the same blood. And we will be together in the presence of our Lord in heaven, forever, my dear brothers and sisters. Yes, you know me, much more than you think.