...Go and report to John the things you have seen and heard...
Luke 7: 22

The watchers in the crowd.  How long were they there I wonder, before they spoke up?  Had they followed him for hours or for days?  Had they stood at the edge of the crowd or nudged their way to the front?  Did they talk among themselves or the crowds or just take silent mental notes of awe and amazement?

Jesus didn't ask them to stay awhile and see what he was doing.  He didn't ask what they had seen so far, or what they thought of his words.  He knew they were there, watching, listening, analyzing, wondering.  He knew that every word, every gesture was forming in their minds a mosaic of who he was.
 
Only Jesus could announce with such confidence, "go and tell what you've seen".  Only Jesus could know that every action and every word was true, that nothing they could report gave anything but glory to his father. 

But the watchers are everywhere still.  Silent, serious eyes lost in the middle of an adolescent classroom, strangers in the grocery line,  neighbors on the street.  It's terrifying to wonder what they might report about me.  What do they see, what do they hear, what does every moment of my life say about who and whose I am?