I'm usually pretty good at them.
Like the first time I met my high school bus driver. I knew she was going to be mean. Her name was Mrs. Ferrari – and let me tell you, it was an oxymoron if there ever was one! It would have been like calling Shaquille O'Neal "Mr. VW Beetle." She was built like a tank, and had a drill sergeant personality.
I was scared to death of her.
Rightfully so. She demanded total law and order on her bus. Sure, it was noisy – what bus isn't?! But, the rules were obeyed, and no one got away with anything.
As the year went on, I began to learn that Mrs. Ferrari wasn't quite as mean as she seemed. Yes, she was strict – but she cared for her students. She'd taken the time to get to know some of our names, and she even smiled once in awhile (I think it was every other Friday…)
She played the radio for us.
I still thought she was stern – but I began to see something else in her, too. She actually was a very nice person – patient and tolerant.
Like the one time that a group of boys, who liked to banter with her, executed a good-natured squirt gun attack on the last week of school.
I expected Mrs. Ferrari to go ballistic.
She didn't. She laughed, and took it in the joking manner in which it was intended. I was pretty surprised actually. But my surprise was about to be taken to the next level.
On the last day of school, all of a sudden the bus stopped in front of a house several blocks away from our regular bus stop. What??
Just then, two guys came running out from behind the house, dragging a garden hose along with them. The doors of the bus flew open, they handed the nozzle of the hose to Mrs. Ferrari, and she yelled out at the top of her lungs…
"TURN IT ON!"
Well, the entire bus got a soaking that I will never forget! We were scrambling and laughing – it was a pool party gone mad! And no one laughed harder than Mrs. Ferrari – who also ended up completely sopping wet.
Mrs. Ferrari had become our friend – and we all hugged her good-bye for the summer.
I was wrong on this first impression – and it's always served as a reminder to me that often a "book can't be judged by its cover."
I always thought He was a mild-mannered, meek, slightly "Renaissance-y feminine" sort of person. Many of the depictions I saw of Him only served to reinforce this image. I loved Him – oh yes I did – but I definitely had Him filed under *passive.*
Until I read through the Gospels.
Jesus was no wimp. He was all the things that a hero should be.
Intelligent, clever, forthright, opinionated, strong, independent – perfectly balanced with humility, kindness, goodness, and devotion to His Father.
I've been a Christian my whole life – but I didn't get to know Jesus, the Jesus of the Bible, the unexpected Jesus – until I was an adult.
And every day that I follow Him, I get to know Him even better.
He's my hero.
So, are there any people in your life who deserve a second look?
What about Jesus?
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