Do Better

“I wouldn’t do that,” he said as I held two jackets against her neck while she lay there in the middle of the aisle, unconscious. “You’re going to get sued,” he continued.   He had on a light blue shirt, with a cross and scripture. His hair was grey and wiry, and he wore small glasses that floated over a grimaced expression.   I tried to ignore him, focusing on keeping the woman’s neck braced until the paramedics arrived.  He continued on with his negative banter. It wasn’t until he said “If she’s bleeding, you’re going to get AIDS,” that I finally had to say something.…

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When You Don’t Want To Walk Away

There she was, sitting, disheveled, shoeless and distraught at a bus stop in the rain. I was late to work already, but my first assignment on Monday morning was work of a kingdom kind, not of administration or note taking or marketing strategies. Holy Spirit urged me, “turn around.” So I did, and I passed her again a second time on my way back home. I went through my closet, as instructed by the Spirit, removing a coat, shoes, socks, vest, shirts, flannels and the like. I shoved them in a bag hastily, and headed back out the door, as my dog barked in displeasure at my arrival and departure, while completely ignoring him.…

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Tiny Thrones

There once was a son who lived in a kingdom. He lived in a castle, with his father the King. As the young man was growing, he would spend his days locked away in his room, imagining what it must be like to be the King. He built in his room, a tiny throne, just large enough for himself. He planned how he wanted to run his subjects, how he was to operate his land, the laws he wanted to enact. And he did this day in and day out as he was growing up. One day, when he awoke – he found that his room had been put in order, and while he had been sleeping someone had come in and taken away his tiny throne.…

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A Self Sacrifice

There have been many moments in my life, where standing at a cross road, I have had to make a decision that impacted my life’s destiny.  At 19, I had a choice to humble myself and ask the Lord to save me from my unbelief as an atheist, or to remain unchanged and hardened in the thought that God existing was not possible.  At 22, I had a choice to go out and seek deliverance from illnesses that were plaguing me, or to lay down with them and believe that Jesus did not want to heal me.  At 24, I had a choice to become a missionary at the risk of alienating my family, or to continue working at my 9 to 5 job and risk a much greater kind of misery than being orphaned.  …

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What Did You Say?

It was difficult to maintain my composure while I sat there, sipping tea from my chair by the window. I must admit,  people-watching sometimes gets me into trouble.   Yesterday, a particularly well groomed woman sat down to eat lunch with a young girl in a booth next to mine. I was captivated by the way that she held her utensils in her hand, and the ease at which she moved them across the china. It was breathtakingly refined. The precise arch of her finger against the fork, her perfectly held posture, and the smooth glide of her hand to her mouth. …

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