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I Am Seen: Uriel’s Story

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I am Uriel. I have been many things in my life — a servant of the queen, her treasurer, a man entrusted with her wealth, her correspondence, her secrets. Respected, feared, admired. Yet in the quiet of my heart, I have often felt… unseen. Not just overlooked by men, but unseen by God.

For years, I had believed that my position, my intelligence, my loyalty, and my ability to navigate the intrigues of court life could define me. That I could earn respect, perhaps even God’s favor, through accomplishment. But the truth I carried in my heart told a different story. I was a eunuch, a man marked by society as incomplete, and no title, no honor, no treasure could hide the ache of exclusion.

That day, I rode south on the desert road from Jerusalem to Gaza. My chariot rattled over stones that seemed to mock the rhythm of my heartbeat, the sun pressing down with a relentless weight. In my hands was a scroll — Isaiah 53 — the words of the suffering servant, pierced for our transgressions, led like a lamb to the slaughter. I had read these words many times before, but today they burned differently.

As I read, I reflected on Isaiah 56:3-5 — the promise to eunuchs and the marginalized. I felt a warmth in my chest as if God were speaking directly to me: “Some are born that way, some are made that way, some choose devotion for the kingdom of heaven. God sees you. You are not lesser. You are not overlooked.”

Could it really be true? Could a man like me — excluded from family, from the society I served, defined by usefulness rather than worth — truly belong? Could I be accepted by God?

I thought of the queen’s court. Every day, I managed treasures, counseled ministers, carried the queen’s correspondence. I was trusted with her wealth, her secrets, her reputation. Men came to me for advice, for judgment, for strategy. Yet I walked among them as a man seen only for what he could do, not who he was. Every glance reminded me: I was different — useful, yes, but incomplete.

I reflected on my own pride. I had relied on titles and intellect, on influence and cunning, to craft my identity. I had learned to hide my loneliness behind a mask of competence. But in the heat of the desert and the stillness of my soul, I realized that all of it was hollow. Who truly saw me? Who truly knew me?

Then he appeared. Philip. Walking steadily toward me, eyes focused, yet gentle. Later I learned he had been sent by an angel of the Lord — divinely orchestrated, guided to this road at exactly this moment. My breath caught. There was authority in him, yes, but also a kindness I had rarely encountered. Something in his presence radiated God’s intent.

Philip spoke simply: “Do you understand what you are reading?”

I hesitated, pride rising as it always did. I knew the scriptures. I could recite them, interpret them, debate them with scholars. But he did not speak to test my knowledge. His question invited honesty. I spoke of Isaiah 53, of the suffering servant who bore our pain, pierced for our transgressions. I confessed my confusion, my longing, my sense of unworthiness. “How can a man like me,” I asked, “find a place in God’s kingdom? I am a eunuch. I have no sons, no family legacy. I am… incomplete.”

Philip nodded, his expression steady, patient. “The Spirit opens hearts to see what is true,” he said. “God looks at the heart, not at status or appearance. He sees you, Uriel. He calls you.”

I felt again the echo of Jesus’ words about eunuchs — self-denial, surrender, devotion beyond societal expectations. This was the path God offered: not pride, not titles, not the approval of men, but humility and obedience. My walls began to crumble. The pride that had insulated me for years, the fear of exposure, the ache of exclusion — all were being unmasked in the light of God’s acceptance.

I thought back to my days in the palace: the careful calculations, the whispered secrets, the constant weighing of trust and betrayal. I had been a man of influence, yes, but never a man free. Always performing, always measured. Always hiding the parts of myself that the world deemed “incomplete.” I realized then that God’s kingdom did not measure me by what society demanded, but by what He saw — a heart capable of faith, a soul capable of surrender.

I looked down at the water in the desert ravine, a narrow pool glimmering under the sun. My chest tightened. “See,” I said to Philip, pointing, “here is water! What prevents me from being baptized?”

We left the chariot together. I stepped into the cool water, the desert air contrasting sharply against the stream’s embrace. As I lowered myself beneath the surface, I felt more than water surrounding me — I felt the weight of years of shame and fear, pride and secrecy, lifting. When I rose again, I gasped, tasting freedom for the first time in my life.

Philip smiled. We sat for a while on the bank, the scroll still in my hands. He asked quietly about my life, my fears, my doubts. I spoke of the isolation I had felt as a eunuch in a society that prizes legacy and masculinity, of the times I wondered if God could ever use someone like me. He listened. And I understood, in a way I never had before, that God’s acceptance is not earned through achievement or conformity, but received through honesty, humility, and surrender.

I mounted my chariot once more, the scroll of Isaiah 53 still in my hands, but now a new understanding in my heart. I was not merely a treasurer, not merely a eunuch, not merely a man defined by society. I was seen. Fully. By God. And in that sight, I was made whole.

As I rode down the road, I thought of men I knew — proud, successful, burdened by secrecy or shame, afraid to be seen as they truly are. I thought of the armor we wear, the masks we craft, the chains of pride we carry. I wanted to tell them: true strength is not measured by titles, wealth, or control. True strength is courage, humility, and surrender. To be seen by God is freedom beyond any earthly measure.

I am Uriel. I am seen. I am known. And I will never be the same.

Author’s Note – Inclusion and God’s Promise

There are times in life when we feel invisible — when the world notices what we do but never who we truly are. Perhaps you’ve carried the weight of pride, fear, or isolation, wondering if anyone really sees you.

We don’t know the name of the eunuch that day on the desert road, but God does. History preserves his title, his position, his nationality — but not the man’s name. Yet in God’s eyes, he is known. He has a new name, one that is written on a memorial, within the walls of God’s temple. He new name is etched in eternity. Isaiah 56:4–8 promises:

“To the eunuchs who keep my Sabbaths,
who choose what pleases me and hold fast to my covenant—
to them I will give within my temple and its walls a memorial and a name better than sons and daughters; I will give them an everlasting name that will endure forever.
And foreigners who bind themselves to the Lord to minister to him,
to love the name of the Lord, and to be his servants,
all who keep the Sabbath without desecrating it
and who hold fast to my covenant—these I will bring to my holy mountain and give them joy in my house of prayer. Their burnt offerings and sacrifices will be accepted on my altar; for my house will be called a house of prayer for all nations.”

Notice that Isaiah specifically promises that “their burnt offerings and sacrifices will be accepted…for all nations.” God intended the temple to be a place where those excluded by society — eunuchs, foreigners, outsiders — could encounter Him fully.

Yet centuries later, Jesus braided a whip and overturned the tables of the money changers in the temple. Why? Because the vendors were in the Court of the Gentiles, the only place where non-Jews could approach God. They had turned God’s house — God’s house of prayer for all nations — into a marketplace that excluded and exploited outsiders.

This act reveals God’s heart: He calls the marginalized to worship freely, and He opposes systems that keep them out. The eunuch’s story on the desert road echoes this truth: even if society excludes or overlooks you, God sees you, welcomes you, and your devotion is honored in His eternal house.

May this promise speak to anyone who has ever felt unseen or excluded. You are seen. You are known. And your name is written on the walls of God’s eternal temple.

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