It is wonderful when you can see Jesus in the eyes of your fellow man.
It happened to me over seven years ago when I was part of a city-wide, ecumenical vacation Bible school program. The man who played the part of Jesus was in his thirties and from one of the local Catholic churches. The gentleness of Christ shone from his face and eyes, so much so that it was hard not to react to him as though he really was the Son of God. (But then, I have a good imagination, and we were all "in character." :)
It happened again last night when I received the Eucharist at Mass. The servant of God who offered me the Precious Blood had Jesus in his eyes. It was like a little signal from Jesus to me that He will be there when I need Him most. He wanted to remind me that He will never abandon me, even when the going gets tough.
I returned to my pew and knelt in prayer, so thankful for the person from whom God shone and for the God who chose to shine through him that night.
In Heaven we will all shine with the light of God. I look forward to that. For now, I am thankful when Jesus surprises me by peeking from an unexpected place.