Buses have become a normal thing.
We throw our bags underneath.
We carry our “valuables” on board.
We scrunch into places we don’t fit.
We get stared at for our amount of bags.
But no one ever stops to ask us questions.
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Do you need help?
Just countless amounts of eyeballs looking at you in horror, and disgust, in disbelief.
How many times have I done that to someone else?
Judged them for what I see, without any real conversation with them.
A year abroad can change your perspective.
The way you look at people, see them, know them.
And at the same time, we do this almost unconsciously…
Without realizing we have a problem.
What if we looked at people like Jesus looks at us?
What if we helped carry their burdens, their bags, and walked towards the father?
