Strangers. That's all they were. Strangers.

He knew them, but they didn't know him.
He knew what they were thinking.
He knew what was in their hearts.
Sinners, sick, abandoned, hurt, tired...they were strangers needing Him.

His touch.
His words.
Compassion.
Grace.
Love.

This is the Jesus I know. This is the Savior I follow.

Amidst my sometimes hardened head, there's a heart longing to reach out to all who need Him.
To see Him.
To touch Him.
To hear Him.
To experience boundless love and grace.
To be forgiven.

This is what followers of Christ are supposed to do. We are called to serve Him.

He is Jesus the Christ.