Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share this
with you. Kindly suggest a title for this fine piece of writing.
I do hope you enjoy it.
It was all so hard
I toiled so plenty
I dug to no avail
Though the soil was hard
I kept digging
Hitting empty bottles and cold steel
I was a wanderer
Searching for a better tomorrow
For roses and sweetness
And all I got was quinine
Another moment of disappointment
Wishes like the wind
Spoken yet unfulfilled
Discouraged and dejected by joy
Alone I felt
Lost in a world so huge
No one to lend me a hand for just a minute
Everyone was so cutup in their own world
Walking with a speed of worry and haste
Hustle! Hustle was all I could see
The perspiration upon my face now a permanent resident
My clothes dirty and sweaty
I couldn’t keep up with the pattern of the world
It was so hard
The struggle was strangling
My throat dry and constricted
Food so hard to find
The coins were all hidden from my eyes
HELP!
My heart cried out
ANYBODY PLEASE!
I wished someone could hear me
In a world filled with selfishness and greed
I knew this was impossible
I wept so hard
My dry throat hurt so bad
The pain stopped my cry
I began to whimper
Yet no one heard me
Life so bitter and mean!
And then I saw the van
The sounds from the van disrupted my moment of self-pity
It carried a message
The man who spoke into a mic seemed so serious
He spoke about some “Good news”
“There is joy in Christ”, he said
Hmmm…I needed to visit this new town, “Christ”
Where was it? In which neighborhood?
Could my feet carry me there?
Come on, feet, we have to move!
We have a new mission!
He continued, so much babble…I didn’t understand
“The Christ” …“Jesus The Christ” …“The Lord” …“The
Saviour”
And then it occurred to me, “It wasn’t a place, it was a
man”
Hmmm…a man?
Where was he? I needed to find him…this man, Jesus, The
Christ
If he could help me, then it was he that I needed
Find me this man and I would give all my sweaty clothes
The hunger resurfaced
Oh no!
I need food so bad!
The man stopped talking
He unwrapped a nice looking snack
Uncorked a bottle of water and bit into the snack
OH GOODNESS ME!
Nothing could stop me!
I wasn’t a thief but I was about give myself a new title
I approached him slowly and then my feet increased its pace
At that instance he turned around
I froze!
How could I steal from a man with such kind eyes
Eyes so kind!
My eyes watered in shame
I felt so ashamed
The feeling of shame made my tired legs wobble
I knelt before him and cried
He took a step back and then he knelt before me
The snack was nowhere in sight
I wept even harder!
“Would you like to give your life to Christ?”, he asked
I looked up at him
“Take
me to The Christ”, I croaked
“I
hunger so bad…I thirst…I’m a man so lost…help me!”
And to my feet he helped me
He led me to the backseat of his van
Upon my laps he placed so much food
I wept hard!
I wept so hard!
FOOD!
DRINK!
SO MUCH!
“Take
me to The Christ”
The man smiled sweetly and nodded
“Eat and I would tell you more about Christ,
He is your Saviour.”
I hurriedly ate and ate…the water was sweet
I wept so more as I ate
“He loves you!”
At that moment I stopped eating and gaped at him
“Who?”,I asked
“Who can love a filthy nothing like me? Who would want to
love me? No one but you has seen me in years…I’m a loner! How can I be loved?”
He smiled so sweetly with tears in his eyes
“Christ loves you”, he said
“Take
me to The Christ! If he can love me, I would love him back…Take me to The
Christ”
“Eat-up! We have a lot to talk about”, he said
I was confused yet my hands grabbed more food
Chewing so fast, I pondered
I felt something strange within me
It was a strange sense of calm
I felt at home
Was it the van? The man or The Christ?
And then I made a vow
“I
want to follow The Christ forever…Take me to The Christ…The man who can love me
despite my filth…Take me to The Christ that wants me…Take me to The Christ…”
“I would tell you about Him…You
would give your life to him and be renewed…He would be with you forever…”
I smiled as he spoke
Oh! He spoke so many delightful words
This was truly “Good news!”
The Christ I will meet
By Sylvia Chika
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