This is one of those relatively rare sleepless night, and instead of tossing and turning I decided to do something constructive (i.e. blog for my thousands of adoring fans).
About a week ago I was waiting for a bus after a campus crusade meeting. At the bus stop was a tall, thin woman in shorts and T-shirt, walking with a limp (seemed more functional i.e. due to pain rather than something anatomical), looking distressed, and several other people looking decidedly awkward.
One of these hurriedly got into a bus. Another Chinese lady was talking to this woman (henceforth referred to as DLX - disturbed lady X). DLX seemed to get even more agitated as time passed, seemingly waiting for a bus/taxi. She was crying and talking in a kind of slur, and limped onto the road itself trying to flag a vehicle down. The Chinese lady tried to drag her back onto the bus stop, to no avail, and eventually gave up with a "i've tried my best" shrug.
I asked the Chinese lady what was wrong with DLX, and was told she was trying to get somewhere desperately, but had no money. The Chinese lady had given DLX money, but DLX was no less emotionally disturbed.
By this time a bus had come and DLX was forced to retreat to the bus stop, crying all the way. No taxi had stopped for her. Then my own bus came and I got on, escaping into the familiar air-conditioned place with alien, disinterested faces, so cold and yet so comforting in its non-threatening mind-your-own-business atmosphere.
The point being, as I sped away, that I had done absolutely nothing for DLX.
"He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me." Matthew 25:45
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