Jesus in the flesh

"The man looked out of his mind, drunk, half-awake, brain dead, slumped over. His face and clothes were covered in dirt and mud. He stunk. And this woman, this kind woman, held him, mourned for him, loved him."

Jesus with skin on.

That is how i must look to others. I'm dirty, smelly, half-awake, brain-dead. There is really nothing lovable about me. But Jesus sees something entirely different. He sees me for who I am. His child.