I’m driving home from a department store earlier tonight when I notice a woman on the sidewalk just ahead of me. I’m thinking about going to midweek tonight and trying to get home in time for dinner with the family before leaving. I’m also thinking about being on time and not being late.
It’s then that I notice that she is having a seizure. Not a small one, a grand mal seizure of the kind my niece used to have.
You know that for the briefest of moments, I actually thought that if I continued home that someone else would take care of this woman.
As it turns out, while I was running inside the store to get them to call 911, another woman did come to her aid. When I ran back out, the seizure was over and the two women were talking. Fortunately, the EMT’s arrived less than a minute later. This woman had been seizure for at least 2 minutes and she was lying on snow and ice two feet from one of the busiest streets in the area.
God is indeed gracious to all of us. I’ll gladly suffer bronchitis knowing that this woman is now okay. I am truly grateful for the other woman, whom I met briefly, for being there. As far as I know, the woman is doing okay.
I’m glad the thought of not stopping flew away. We have all had those moments of thought. I think it would be harder to keep going. I’m praying for her.
I think that these small little times like these that continually seem to happen in our lives as Christians is what makes us who we are. I know that we are trained to believe that the fruit of our evangilsm is what a Christian is, but that is just not a biblical concept when taken into New Testement congruity. What pleases God so much is when we do the things that matter to the helpless, the little things that almost nobody but you and GOd know about, and do with an eagerness and silent joy. I think that the struggle to do nothing, thinking somebody else will do it, and the fact that you overcame, means that you are not guilty of not doing anything, and that the Master is pleased. I appreciate your example and confession. It helps me realize that we do all really fight the same fight. The good Samaritan would be proud of you…The heart of God in loving your neighbor