Excuse me, are you Jesus?

Received via email and adapted slightly...
What would you have done in this case?

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago.

They had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere.

Without stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in time for their nearly missed boarding.

ALL BUT ONE!!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved goodbye, told one of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did. The 16 year old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl, "Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?" She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't spoil your day too badly."

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl called out to him, "Mister...." He paused and turned to look back into those blind eyes. She continued, "Excuse me, are you Jesus?"

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and bouncing about in his soul:

"Are you Jesus?"

Do people mistake you for Jesus?

That's our destiny, is it not - to become more like Him, to be one with Him? to be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference as we live and interact in a world that is blind to His love, His life and His grace?

If we claim to know Him, shouldn't we live and act as He would?

And knowing Him, are we not compelled to love Him?. . .And in loving Him, do we not feel driven to serve Him and follow Him? Do we not want to share His Love for us with others?

Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture verses and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day.

We, too, have been bruised - bruised and damaged by our sins. But Our Lord will heal us, if we only ask Him.

If people don't mistake you for Jesus, do they, at least, know that you are one of His disciples?