Who Am I?

She's been crying. Her eyes red, cheeks wet. I stand at the sink scrubbing my hands together, I smile. I wonder what I could do for her. Her friend is right there, empathizing. I move over to the hand dryer. I stare down at my new shoes. I wonder what Jesus would do for the girl. If he was here right now. I didn't think he would just smile and go on. But of course I need to be getting to class.... I make excuses. She has a friend, it's not like I left her alone. {But you did because you didn't give her the hope of knowing ME} She probably wouldn't have wanted to talk to me anyway. {She needed to know I love her} I have other things to be doing. {WHO ARE YOU TO HAVE A LIFE?} So there I had it. I thought about how Jesus really didn't have a life. How He said that whoever loses his life for my sake will find it but whoever saves his life will lose it. I wondered what it would be like if my purpose in coming to school was the same as Jesus' in walking on the earth. What if I had no life but seeking to Glorify God? Who am I that I should have a life??