His eyes save me*


  I am no great improvement 
on the men who killed the Savior. 
All I can say is, "Lord, I am a sinner. 
Be merciful to me." I hear him answer gently, 
"You are precious to my heart, my child." 
Whatever could he mean by that? 
 I use his eyes to find out what he sees in me that,
even while he knows my sinfulness, he says, "You are precious to my heart." 
With those same eyes I look at "sinners"
 --the Hitlers and Stalins of our times. 
 I look at people I dislike...reject.
 Maybe I need those eyes of his 
to bring me to compassion 
and save me from the Pharisee in me. 

 *From Anthony De Mello,
 excerpted from "The Darkness," in  Wellsprings 

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