Note: These people are mostly fictitious in order to cover a variety of scenarios. Yes, you probably recognize the people I'm describing, but no, they probably aren't the same ones I'm thinking of, if in fact they describe a particular person at all.
He drones on and on about his accomplishments, his successes, his greatness. There's no interjecting a comment even an urgent one. I shift weight from one foot to the other, and my eyes wander discreetly about the room looking for excuse to escape. Then I hear the words in my heart, "See what I see." I look again and this time instead of an over-confident braggart, I see the boy cringing in front of his father's accusing gaze, "You'll never amount to anything, kid!"
She smiles, tight-lipped, as I welcome her to the group...again. She's been hanging on the fringes for months, and exasperation seizes me. What else can I do? I am at the point of giving up, but as I turn back to my friends, He whispers, "See what I see." I turn back and see the eager little girl run into her kindergarten lunch room and smile at the girl next to her only to hear the rebuff, "You'll have to sit over there. No room here." I see the event repeated for so many years, she quits trying and withdraws.
He laughs and boasts of the control he has."Just watch!" he says aside. As he commands and ridicules her, my anger boils. Jumping to her defense will only make it worse as I can see his demeaning attitude toward women. My heart aches for her and disgust for him grips me. Then, I reluctantly look again as the familiar whisper comes, "See what I see." I look deep and see a little boy dominated by a woman whose only motive was control and never love. He acts as her puppet or he is shamed. I see him running free, vowing to never let himself be controlled again as he takes her role and becomes the controller.
She speaks, hardened, worldly-wise. I draw back from the coarseness of it. Her whole dress and demeanor point to a life of seduction...both of seducing and being seduced. "One of those kind..." jumps to my thoughts as I draw back from her. Clearly, she's wicked and makes a business of leading others to wickedness. It comes again, "See what I see." I see the little girl, abused, taken advantage of, being told of her worthlessness and a false way to find worth again. Shivering in terror then steely and determined because there seems to be no other way.
No wonder Jesus weeps. We see indulgence and and bad habits. He sees sin in its rawest, most destructive form. He hates it. Because of what it does. What it does to us...His precious creation for which He gave up His life. We see hopeless bondage. He sees the blood that atones.
What do you see?