Opportunities

A lonely boy headed to nowhere fast. Taking the much walked road running from his past. Going towards disaster. Every failure makes him faster. Till he’s almost out of sight. Hidden by the darkness of night. Trudging through the woods like homeless seeking refuge. Standing beneath a tree as the rains deluge. Will he survive the harshness of life? Can he move on and lay aside his strife? Are the wounds on his knees the only thing he sees? As he leans against the tree, his heart longing to be free, does he know that there is more? A better life God has in store?

Just a solitary child, largest smile, spirit mild. Simply asking for some love. Raising her head she looks above. Searching across the skies but no help in sight, a little more of her dies. She’s suffering, hurting, crying, begging. Just wanting someone to hold her. Let her cry on their shoulder. Tell her “girl, I love you.” Not cheap words but feelings true. For too often she’s seen those with eyes glowing green. As they chase her just to take, her way of life she must forsake. So she goes into seclusion, masking her confusion. A brave smile across her face, she fools the human race. But inside she’s broken down and in waves of loneliness she’ll drown. Will she ever hear of the One who’s always near?

Tenth floor of a corporate building. A luxurious office like a cage with gilding. The man at the desk with the big swivel chair, is filled with stress. Evidence in the gray of his hair. He stops often to think as he sips on his drink. What does this all mean? What’s the purpose of his living? Is there a higher level attain? Something more fulfilling that this world’s earthly gain? Does anyone have the answers to the questions that he ponders?

A van that’s speeding down the highway. A mother racing through her hectic day. While she drives to where she’s going she reviews her chaotic morning. Kids running here and there. The baby crying in his chair. Finally off to the doctor at ten till eleven, did she really turn off the oven? Putting a hand to massage her neck, she now recalls the forgotten check left on the table with the baby’s milk as well. She starts to make a u-turn as in her eyes tears well. She bows her head as if to pray. Then slowly shakes it and continues on her day.

Now you’ve read my story. For my characters you feel sorry. But did you catch the lesson? Or did you miss the important question? We pass these people everyday. Make brief contact and walk away. Do you realize you have what they need? Do you say something to plant a seed? We can offer them hope and answer their questions. All it takes is a simple mention. So speak of the One who gave life to your soul and tell them why overcomings your goal. Let’s not let opportunity pass us. Stop them and tell them about Jesus.

4/29/2014