Thoughts on life from Pat Oaks
It was a cool night under the bridge. Even though it was the first of August, there was a hint of fall in the air. It was chilly enough that I wore a long sleeved shirt.
They forgot to pack dessert at the warehouse, so we gave out MRE's instead.. (Army's Meals Ready To Eat.) Each of the meals has a dessert, and the people who live under the bridge, love dessert!
I was by myself this night, so Tommy stood with me to pass out the MRE's. We love to interact with the people who come through the line and we always get a story. This night was no exception.
He was tall and very thin. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked as if most of the sadness of the world had settled on his shoulders. He asked if he could have two meals. We said yes. Then he said, "all I do is walk walk walk.....and look......then, instead of saying the word "up", he pointed to the sky. We knew he meant that he looked toward heaven and Jesus.
I came away, as I always do, having been ministered to, rather than ministering. All day I have thought about that man.
I walked a lot at church camp last week. I looked down to keep from stumbling. I looked to see how much further I had to climb to get to the top of the hill. I looked at my watch to see how long I had been walking, and I huffed and I puffed.....but
Did I look up? Did I look toward heaven? Did I look toward Jesus?