Ok so would you like some insight into my crazy
mind and heart?
Sometimes I am so scared of being held
accountable to God for the things I didn’t do that I should have, it scares me
so much that I could possibly put myself into a dangerous situation.
Like that one time (and I’ve told this story a
million times) I had a friend who relapsed that I went to Cass Corridor to go
looking for him. By.myself. I was asked later “what were you going to do
if you found him?” My answer was simple
(and DUMB) “I don’t know I didn’t think that far ahead”.
Oh rescue syndrome. You cause me to do some really stupid things.
I actually got yelled at by a Pastor. I mean
yelled at. I will tell you, I will never
do such a dumb thing again… I’ll have a plan, and I will take someone with me…
So yesterday, I am driving in SW Detroit because
I was avoiding a huge traffic back up and saw a guy lying on the ground who
looked… well… dead.
And so my thoughts start to go crazy….
But what if he wasn’t.
Is that blood on the
sidewalk?
Oh gosh, should I
call the police?
Maybe I should go
help him?
Oh jeez, what if he’s
faking and kills me?
What if he’s not,
and needs help?
What if Jesus is
watching?
How will I answer to
God about this man, who surely God loves?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, those were my thoughts.
Ok. Stop
for a minute, or at least think this through (as I am driving through a
neighborhood to turn around – AND WITNESSED A DRUG DEAL – oh this is my life.
Can’t even make this stuff up.
Ok. There’s a barber shop. There’s men in there
(I bet they are cute – oh wait get back on track) maybe they can help him. Park far from the guy (that way he can’t
steal your keys and take your car). Stay
on the phone with your friend in case something happens (his suggestion).
I went into the barbershop and asked if they knew
that guy was lying out there.
“what
guy?”
“There’s a guy out there, he looks… dead. Can you check on him? “
So they go check on him, and I leave. I have no idea what happened, but hopefully
the situation was addressed. Whatever it
was. I just know I did my best while
being careful (maybe I should be more dangerous, but I do have a daughter who
loves me and would be really sad if I got stabbed by a crazy guy).
I will pray for him now, I don’t know his name,
but God knows him. I don’t always know
if I handled it correctly, but I do know that I tried to help that man to the
best of my abilities. So maybe I will
get a “good job my good and faithful servant” or maybe I’ll get a “you could
have done better” but either way, I can only hope that everyday, I move to be
more like Him.
And maybe next time I will stick around to find out his name.
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John 3:18 Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions
and in truth.
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