I watched a determined little boy of about 4 years old squeeze his way through row after row of chairs on Sunday morning
during the worship. Eventually he worked his way close to the front of the church and stood with a massive grin looking up at an old man who was worshipping. I watched and waited for the old man to spot his visitor but he didn’t see him. The little boy didn’t reach out and touch him nor did he say anything, just waiting to be spotted. After a short time the boy sat in the chair beside the singing man, but still unnoticed. Before the song came to the end the little boy got up and squeezed his way back through the rows and out of sight behind us with a look of great disappointment on his face. The old man never even knew that he had a smiling visitor.
I wanted the old man to see his visitor and to scoop him into his arms, to tell him ‘I’m glad you came to find me’. But instead the old man’s eyes were fixed and concentrating on the screen. It made me think of the times we feel unseen and unnoticed. When we feel like our hard work and effort has not been seen. There are some days when we have worked our way forward and feel like shouting ‘Ta Da, I’m here!’ only be met with a silence. Whether it is a stressed out spouse too preoccupied with worries to notice, or a colleague too wrapped up in themselves, we all have days when our effort, our ‘Ta Da, I’m here’ in answered by silence.
Yet God is not like this old man. I was reminded of Hagar, the servant given to Abram, by his wife to conceive a child. When she fell pregnant she fought with her mistress Sarai, who in turn mistreated her – it was a mess of a situation. Hagar ended up running away into the desert to get away. There an angel came to her and told her to go back to her mistress and told her of her sons future. Hagar’s response is interesting. She says:
Genesis 16:13-14 She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” 14 That is why the well was called Beer Lahai Roi; it is still there, between Kadesh and Bered.
She gave God the name ‘the one who sees me’. What a reassurance it was to her to know that God sees her and all her circumstances. While we may feel like the world have let us pass by unnoticed we must know that there is One who always sees us. So on days when I feel a bit invisible I will remember to worship and push my way forward to ‘the One who sees me’.