There are moments in every day that are more than just another moment in a day filled with moments. One that occurs with regularity – but perhaps not regularly enough – is when I’m at the store, watching students out my office window or driving on the freeway. Suddenly I no longer see people through my eyes, but through Jesus’ eyes. Which means I’m no longer looking at masses of people, but at individuals for whom Jesus lived, died and was resurrected. And then it hits me every single time. This is how I should see them, too.