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