Tuesday was Bingo day. Tuesday is always Bingo day. And my boss knows this. The morning had just begun, and I was sitting at my desk when she walked in with arms loaded down. After dropping everything into a chair, she walked over to my desk and laid out six packages of Lindt bugs, a bag of special strawberry gel candy, and Ferrero Rocher truffles to give to my Bingo friends.

Always thinking of others. Always paying it forward.

The title of my writing, both Tuesday and today, has more than one meaning.

I like my boss.

I want to be like my boss.

I see Jesus in my boss. She has that softest-heart-of-gold, but she’s also tough. She is quick to forgive, but she means business when it comes to business. She shows grace more than we deserve. She wants the best for those in her circle and even those who are outside of it. Her heart is sensitive and full of love.

People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end. – Arthur Christopher Benson

I see Jesus in others when I actually pay attention.

I see Jesus in my brothers when they sacrifice their time in order to help others.

I see Jesus in my sister when she speaks out on behalf of those without a voice, those who are rejected by society.

I see Jesus in my Dad as he helps without asking, often without any acknowledgment.

I see Jesus in Sam, as he has forgiven and shown grace in many situations in the past five years, and as he cares for family members and those who pull at his heartstrings.

I see Jesus in my girls and their husbands, as they show passion for their calling and ministry.

I see Jesus in Michelle when she spends her birthday bra-shopping with her 90+ year old friend.

I see Jesus in Geri and Connie as they spend their days in service to students and teachers, doing a job that calls for higher pay and constant appreciation but lacks both.

I see Jesus in Linda and Horst, Roxanne and Bob, as they desire to learn from each other and to bond as a group.

I see Jesus in Delores as she loves her family and those who are not officially her family.

I see Jesus in Helen, my Bingo friend, when she is the recipient of biting, ugly words from a fellow Bingo grump, and she just smiles and responds with sweetness and kindness.

I see Jesus in my nephew John, who made time to drive several hours in order to bless his mom on her birthday.

I see Jesus in my co-worker when she sees an elderly lady walking outside her office window and rushes to the front doors of the building to assist her inside.

I see Jesus in Ginger, letting the little children “come unto Me,” and at the same time, ministering to all of us older people by her example.

I see Jesus in Charlie and Patsy, in their godly countenance and infectious optimism.

And I see Jesus in my Aunt Estalene, spending time with my Aunt Drula, even when it isn’t so easy or fun any longer.

So, I like Jesus. In fact, I love Jesus. I am grateful for this weekend to celebrate what He did. For me.

I want to be like Jesus.