A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention in Chicago. They had assured their wives they would be home in plenty of time for Friday night's dinner.

Rushing through the airport to catch their flight, one of these salesmen accidently 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, that is. One man 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, asking one of them to call his wife when they arrived home. Then he returned to the terminal.

Apples lay everywhere on the terminal floor. A teen-aged girl was softly crying, tears running down her cheeks in frustration, as she groped for the spilled produce. The crowd swirled about her. No one stopped. The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered a few apples, and handed them to her. Then he got his first good look at her face. She was totally blind. With a lump in his throat he gathered up the rest apples, setting them on the table and organizing her display. As he did this, he noticed that many 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 those blind eyes. She continued, "Are you Jesus?"

The man stood for a moment. 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 be so much like Jesus that people cannot tell the difference? If we claim to know Him, then we should live, walk and act as He would. Knowing Him is more than simply quoting Scripture and going to church. It's actually living the Word as life unfolds day to day. It's remembering that we, too, been bruised by a fall. Jesus stopped what He was doing and picked you and me up on a hill called Calvary and paid in full for our damaged fruit.

Are you Jesus?

Author Unknown