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See Them Like Jesus 1

"You judge real quick, He move real slow." It is easy to label the people we don't understand—calling them lost, angry, or broken. "See Them Like Jesus" is a challenge to drop those labels at the door and look deeper. This track is about learning to use spiritual X-ray vision: seeing the empty fridge behind the shoplifter, the plea for help behind the addiction, and the person behind the pain. This sermon is a reminder that we only see the "last chapter," but He sees the whole show. #NoahShaffer #SeeThemLikeJesus #ChristianWisdom #SpokenSoul #CounselorOfTheMostHigh #NoJudgment #sonicsermon [Verse 1] Step in the circle Slow walk, slow breath Name’s Noah Shaffer But I’m not here to flex I’m here to show you New frames for your focus How to see ‘em like Jesus Not just notice they broken First lesson Drop labels at the door You call him “lost cause” He feel that to the core You call her “too loud” She been silenced for years You call them “problem” They just call it “fear” You scrolling through faces Like they just usernames He hanging on a comment You laughing at his pain You whisper “that’s crazy” While his mind at war But Jesus hears the tremor In the joke you ignore He see the nine-year-old Behind that grown man rage He see the daughter In the dancer on stage He see the friend In the kid you call “strange” So I’m asking you What would happen if your angle changed? Don’t just see behavior Ask “what burned that in?” Who taught them they worthless? Where that story begin? You judge real quick He move real slow You see the last chapter He see the whole show I’m talking playground bruises Dinner table fights Nights they prayed quiet Hoping someone do right You just met the product Jesus know the seed You staring at the wound He remembering the need You see tattoos He see journals on skin You see track marks He see “please let me win” You see shoplifters He see empty fridges You see gang signs He see fatherless children You see “she thirsty” He see “she was dropped” You see “he lazy” He see “doors all locked” You see “addicted” He see “aching for peace” You see “too extra” He see “hidden masterpiece” This not soft This clear sight training Righteous anger Ain’t the same as shaming Call out wrong But hold on to the person He flipped tables But he still kept serving He ate with the ones That your group chat mocks He sat by the ones You cross street to dodge He didn’t excuse He exposed what’s fake But he crushed on the cross For the ones you hate So next time you point Turn the finger inside Ask “what in me Still afraid to be kind?” “Who did I cancel So I’d feel tall?” “Who did I step on Just to feel small?” See your own shadow Let the light in the cracks The same mercy hit you That you holding back You not better Just forgiven, that’s all You were the “them” Before you heard that call So when you see a “them” Remember you a “you” He loved you at your worst So what that say you should do? Picture that coworker You can’t stand in the hall You know the one You praying they don’t call Now picture Jesus Pulling up that chair Hearing every secret Hidden in their stare He know every tear They swallowed last year Every “I’m fine” Spoken through fear He knows why they cold Why they talk that slick Why they spin every story So they don’t feel sick He still leans in Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move So if you ride with him Then your sight must improve Next time they snap Ask “what’s this protect?” Not “what’s wrong with you?” But “what hurt got unchecked?” Compassion don’t mean You let evil run But you fight for the person Not just “getting things done” You see traffic He see late-night shifts You see bad grammar He see language that’s lived You see cheap clothes He see hands that sew You see dead church He see embers that glow You see that pastor fall You tweet and you trend He see a scared kid Who never had a real friend You see “false teacher” He see “tangled and torn” He hates what they twisted Still grieves how they formed You see your parents Only through your pain He see their childhoods Drenched in shame He hold both truths What they did, what they lacked