Every now and again, a
single moment in a single day is simply remarkable.
It was an ordinary summer day. Three children home, dreadful temperatures, and a list of
errands I had put off in an attempt to avoid running them with three children.
we made stop after stop. A red
light slowed our car to a stop at a familiar corner in our city. And there he sat. His tattered, handwritten sign simply
stated, “I need help.”
begged me to empty coins into his hands, and I explained to her that perhaps it
was better to offer a meal or a fresh drink. Like I always say.
Yet I had never stopped to
perched at the light where I turn left to reach the mall where I am headed to buy
overpriced eye shadow. My heart aches
for them, yet…I avoid eyes and turn up the music.
as the light turned green, and I had a choice. Keep driving home or go back. Nervous blood pumped hard through my veins as I pulled into
the gas station to buy water and Gatorade.
prayed silently that traffic would allow us to stop close to the man who sat
baking in the Arkansas sun. In no coincidence, traffic stopped us eye-to-eye.
This time I turned the music down.
“Sir, would you like some cold water?” He ambled over to the window, took the water from my child’s
hands, politely declined the Gatorade (notable seeing how desperately hot he
was), and thanked us profusely in a cadence revealing a lifetime of
green, he eagerly gulped. And in a
moment we will not soon forget, he leaned his head forward and down and let the
cool water rush over his head and neck.
reaching out a car window to meet a real, felt need.
reminded of how many times I cry out these same exact words. “I need help!” Jesus has lovingly answered my cries
for help in unique and unexpected ways over the years thru real people offering
real help. He sees us.
day. Not because we gave water to
a man in need. It was remarkable
because of what we missed all the times we didn’t.