Part of the series, Game-Changers
There must have been something in her manner…
…some peculiar way she moved on the bridge, or the way she looked down at the traffic below.
It was too dark to see her face. And no time, really, to study and analyze. I was driving and Carol was the first to see her there on the McCart Street overpass. I stopped the car at the corner and jumped out. Carol drove to the other side of the bridge, toward our house, and waited as I ran up to the young woman, grabbing her as she leaned precariously over the edge of the overpass. I told her it wasn’t time yet for her to go and that God had the answers she needed. She told me she couldn’t go on. There was no hope anymore. We took her home with us and got her something to eat and listened to her story, which was long and very sad. By the end of the evening, Carol had found her a place to stay—a shelter for battered women—and taken her to that place of safety.
Twenty-three years have passed since that evening and we have never seen the woman again. I confess I can’t even remember her name. But I know I’ll see her again, in heaven, because she came to the One that night who had all the answers she would need, and all the hope, and all the love.
I’ve wondered since then: What if we’d been wrong? What if the young woman had just been out for a walk? What if I’d gotten out and grabbed somebody whose only need was some time alone?
I guess that’s the risk we take when we agree to be God’s instruments of grace to the people who share our world.
You don’t always have time to analyze.
Matthew 9:36 (New International Version)
36When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.