The body of Christ
Sally, Jerry, and Maggie are on the sidewalk sleeping. It’s 10 p.m. and a beautiful, quiet night. They tell us things have calmed down since the meth users have left. Jerry is partially deaf from serving in the military. Multiple tours of duty overseas have left their mark. He can read lips and tells me how he escaped from prison eight years ago. I smile, knowing he is full of beans. It’s fun to indulge him, so I do. “Oh, wow, you really just walked out of prison—what an adventure!” As we talk, he is thrown into a violent seizure. His friends explain his history with epilepsy, and care for him by laying their bodies under him so he doesn’t get hurt. After five minutes, his seizure stops, and he’s worn out. I share how my son had epilepsy and Jerry’s face brightens. “Get your son a service dog.” “I did.” “What kind?” “Australian Shepherd.” Yay for dogs! Jerry puts on a bike helmet and we all fall silent. He tells us that if he hits his head again it will be fatal. It is so quiet you can hear the cockroaches tromping up the sidewalk. I begin to nod in affirmative comfort when Jerry bursts out laughing, “I’m kidding, you need to laugh; you all need to lighten up!” I howl and then he shushes me with his finger over his mouth.
I talk with Maggie who is drinking a beer, and has been clean from crack for eighteen months. She tells me she quit when she got married. Maggie asks for prayer. My coworker lays hands on Jerry’s head. We all bow our heads. Friends from the street come by on their bikes and say hi. With handshakes and hugs, I am welcomed and introduced! Nice to meet you too. You can’t survive without the healing power of community and relationships. Oh, the body of Christ. “For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ.” (1 Corinthians 12:12, ESV)
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I tried to reblog your post, but it didn’t work when I clicked on it. Don’t understand that, but I like your post and all of them you have offered. Just wanna promote your blog with my readers too. It’s not a lot of exposure, but it’s what I got to give, and I think your stories from the street are worth people’s time.
Will try again another time.
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Reblogged this on Fat Beggars School of Prophets and commented:
I recently discovered this blog and find the stories there to be real and inspirational each time. I don’t have many readers, but those who stop by here are now invited to check the ministry offered on the streets by Michael Cox. I bet you will return again too.
Reblogged this on Hard Times Ministries and commented:
Just a little clearing of heads: one at a time.
“Thompson. I used to be fucked up.”
“What do you mean, used to be? You still are. I mean you’re drinking beer and smoking pot.”
“No. I mean I really used to be REALLY fucked up. I was smoking crack and meth.”
So yes, by those standards what an improvement. Life is so very hard from some people and it helps when we are there with them.