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Leaning down to peer at my face the man at the other postal window asked me, “Are you a Simpson?” “Yes,” I answered not recognizing to whom I was speaking. “Oh my,” he continued,”I knew your sister Joy.” After exchanging a few more pleasantries I realized this man indeed did know my family members, I just didn’t know him. He knew I lived in Seattle, Washington over the past three decades. In parting I said.” Well. I guess I’ve been marked as a Simpson.” “Indeed, he continued,” Your father stamped his imprint on all of you.”

Reflecting on this brief encounter I thought how could this man, a stranger to me, in a city of over 1.9 million people identify me as a Simpson by just my features? He did say that I looked just like my sisters. Isn’t this what Christ told His disciples when they asked Him to show them the Father? He replied if you have seen Me, You have seen the Father.

What if I, who names the name of Christ, had the same goal? What if I emulated Christ and followed God’s Word so closely that anytime, any where people would recognize God in me? My prayer is to be a copy of Christ to have the Father’s imprint on me inside and out.


Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived
that they were unlearned and ignorant men, they marveled;
and they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.
Acts 4:13
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