What if that handicapped bagger at the super market is the dude guarding the gates of heaven? What if when I get there he is standing at Jesus’ right hand (the position his disciples ask for in Mark 10:37) and Jesus says to him, “Henry, do you know this guy?” And that uninteresting, fat little man says, “Yeah, Ross came through my line at my grocery story all the time.”
My friend Cliff has a mentally challenged friend that works at a grocery store. And one day while he was praying, Cliff saw a vision of his friend standing at Jesus’ side while he judged the nations.
And stupid me spends all my time trying to look good for my pastor so I’ll be asked to be an elder, and look cool for the beautiful people in the Wichita social club so they’ll ask to go out with me. And Henry? I simply dismiss him with a hurried smile.
You know, the irony of the whole thing is that Henry would probably still wrap me in a huge bear hug and say “No need to hurry now, Ross- we have all the time in the world to get to know each other. Jesus, this guy’s a friend of mine.”
Jesus would smile at Henry with pride, and then look at me as I crumple to the floor in a puddle of humiliation. And he would say, with a knowing gaze, “You heard him, Ross. Come on in. Any friend of Henry is a friend of mine.”