Dear Number 47,
I found your number this week on a little t-shirt that I bought for my five year old. Just a little white sticker, like I always find on new clothing. Most of the time I just throw these stickers away, but not this time, not yours. You see, 47, this time I started thinking about you as I held that little sticker. I thought about the fact that you have a name. You’re not a number. I wondered where you lived. I wondered what your life was like. I imagined a warehouse or factory where you may spend most of your time standing at a table, inspecting mass produced t-shirts to be sent to the other side of the world. I wondered if you are safe…if you are free.
Then I prayed for you. I prayed for your needs to be met. I prayed that you would not go hungry. I prayed for your freedom. I prayed that you would know God. I prayed that you would know that you are not a number to God. That He sees you.
I wondered if there was anyone else praying for you. I wondered if, as I sit here praying for you, you stand at your table on the other side of the world and you feel hope. I wondered if maybe Number 48 is a believer who stands next to you, but has never had the courage to share his faith with you. I wondered if maybe today, for reasons Number 48 can’t explain, he feels emboldened to share the gospel with you.
I highly doubt I’ll ever meet you in this life. But I want you to know that you matter. You are not another invisible number in a factory. You are an image bearer of the God of heaven. You, Number 47, are priceless. So as you stand today, in your assigned spot and put your number on piece after piece of clothing, know that You are seen by the God who sees. And because He sees you, I now see you too.
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