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The Woman Who Asked “Am I Good Enough?”

October 2, 2009 Leave a comment

I have another story to share about my time on the streets of Hollywood last night. To anyone who is thinking, “didn’t you just share a story about last night?” the answer is yes. My other story entitled “Enthusiasm for a Parking Lot Church” was about a woman named Essence. If you haven’t read that story yet, you should. It’s a good one. 🙂

Well, while our small group which included Essence was having discussions about the sermon last night, I would occasionally look around to see what else was going on around us. (There is always lots of crazy activity going on out there. Last night, some young drunken clubbers who were all friends got in a *fist fight* over who got to sit in the front seat of their car! It all took place just a few feet away from us!) Almost every time I looked up, one of the other ladies from the street was looking at me. This is odd for (at least) two reasons. First, we don’t encounter a lot of real women on these streets and last night we had at least four in our church service. Second, it wasn’t just one of them. Three ladies were like taking turns. And it wasn’t coincidence either. They had to turn their shoulders to see me. So, anyway, after our little discussion group broke up, one of the ladies approached me and I finally got to learn why she kept looking. (The other two will remain a mystery.)
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Gasping for Air [***]

April 6, 2009 Leave a comment

I spent a lot of time in swimming pools while growing up, and there seemed to always be other kids my age to play with. During various periods in my life, I made acquaintances with boys who had an affinity for drowning games. It was “fun” to hold the other under water for as long as we could. It wasn’t a matter of simply putting weight on the other. No, we actively resisted allowing the other to come to the surface for air. Sometimes the one under the water would struggle hard enough to break free to the surface on his own. Other times, the one above the surface had to forfeit the fight lest the other fill his lungs with water and ultimately die. I don’t remember why we played these games or what we thought was fun about them, but I do recall several of the times that I was the one under the water battling for passage to the surface. Air is a precious thing that is so common that we completely take it for granted in our day-to-day lives. When it is withheld from us, though, our desire to get it back becomes our number one priority making all other desires inconsequential. I remember moments underwater when I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have air again. In fact, I have inhaled water countless times. In those moments, fear and panic overtook me in ways that I have never experienced in any other circumstances. Death was pounding on my door. Read more…