It was early in the morning, just barely daylight. I took a different route to work than usual. As I neared the railroad track that runs through town, I saw the lights begin to flash and heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching train. I stopped at the track and watched the freight cars go by. I rolled the window down so I could hear the rhythmic clacking of the train as it passed. My eyes were drawn to the colorful graffiti that decorated most of the cars and my mind drifted back to a documentary I had seen years ago about the emergence of graffiti as a kind of artwork. I remembered that they had called it “tagging” and that each “tagger” had their own unique style that made their graffiti original. Almost like a signature, imprinting the identification of its creator. And then I thought about the Lord Jesus – how He desires for me to carry His signature on my life so that when anyone looks at me, they see His imprint. The desire to have this become the reality of my life began to burn within me and with tears I cried out “Tag me Lord Jesus. Sign your name on my life.”
In Acts Chapter 4, the rulers of the people of Israel took Peter and John into custody to question them. Verse 13 says “Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were uneducated and untrained men, they marveled. And they realized that they had been with Jesus.”
When people look at me what do they see? Do they see someone who has been with Jesus? Do they recognize His signature upon my life?
Prayer: Tag me Lord Jesus. Make me so entirely your own, so markedly identifiable as yours, that there will be no mistaking whose I am. When people look at me, I pray that they will not marvel at my accomplishments, my education or my success, but that they will take note that I have been with You.
