The Apple Cart Story
A few years ago, a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. The convention lasted all week, and all the salesmen had assured their wives that they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night’s dinner.
As they hurried to the airport to catch their return flight, they rushed down the airport’s corridor with their briefcases in hand. In their rush, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a cart which held a display of apples.
Apples flew everywhere. Without stopping or looking back, they all continued running so they would make their plane. All but one.
He stopped after running a few more yards, took a deep breath, 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 home and explain why he was taking a later flight. Then he returned to the cart where the apples were all over the terminal floor.
He was glad he did.
The 16-year-old girl running the apple cart 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 cart and helped organize her display.
As he did this, he noticed that many of the apples 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 her blind eyes.
She continued, “Are you Jesus?”
“Are you Jesus?”
Would anyone ask you this question, based on your behavior?
Do others see the resemblance of Jesus in you?
Do you see a resemblance of Jesus in yourself?
Tough question. God uses people to be His hands and feet here on earth, in the hopelessness of their world, they need to see a Jesus with skin on. Could it be you?