“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:40, NIV)
Last September during a week of vacation, my wife and I spent a few days in the St. Louis area. One of those evenings we were riding The Metrolink, the city’s light rail public transportation system. As we pulled into a station, the rail car doors automatically opened and several people rushed to get on. Just as the doors were about to automatically close, I saw a man on crutches struggling to make it on…He did, but just barely.
The white man appeared to be homeless; grimy worn clothes, dirty face, and a mess of hair. The combination of the warm evening air and his lack of personal hygiene….well you get the idea. He was dragging one leg as he struggled forward on the crutches. Leaning up against a pole near the front seat, he closed his eyes and groaned in obvious pain.
As the train started to move forward the person in the front seat moved. The homeless man was in such pain, he couldn’t get there. He slowly leaned forward, but couldn’t make it to the seat. He was headed for the floor.
Suddenly a young black man whose broken left arm was in a sling, jumped up, grabbed the falling man around the waist with his right arm, and gently lowered him into the open seat. Neither man said a word. When finished assisting the man in distress, the young man went back to his seat and acted like nothing ever happened.
I believe I saw a glimpse of God in that moment. Question is in which man?
Maybe it was both.
Your partner on the journey,