What is even worse is that she could not manipulate her wheelchair and she is spinning around. "Oh, Lord gimme patience!"
But as she is working overtime in that chair trying like the dickens to get on board. I notice that her hands shake. And her head shakes. The bus driver straps her in and I cant help but notice that she is pretty. Very pretty.
Instant compassion. just add guilt!
So I begin to over analyze the situation. Me over analyze? I know that it is a surprise to you. So I am wondering. Why do I have this sudden compassion? Is it because she is young and stuck in a wheelchair? Is it because she is pretty and stuck in a wheelchair? Is it because she is pretty?
Her makeup was meticulously applied. Did she do it herself? With those shaking hands? Who did it for her? If I loved someone in this condition could I do it for her? Her hair fell in long shiny brown curls over her dark sunlasses.
Nonetheless I wanted to help. I asked Jesus to give me the courage to ask her. I thought to ask her if I could push her around town. Keep her company. I could ditch school for a day. But she may so no...... the dignity issue. And then.... the old lady was yapping about bus drivers and that our buss driver was a good guy because he took care of the woman in the wheelchair. She wanted to write a letter.....
So the lady asks the bus driver for a pen..... turns out it doesn’t work. But I just saw him use it! Odd. So she asks the young woman for a pen. Here is the kicker..... she saw that I had a book bag why didn’t she ask me? cuz...... I was the observer of God’s play for me.
The young lady fishes for a pen in her handbasket (which, by no means, was going to hell). Her frail body cannot reach the old lady and the old lady’s frail body cannot reach the young woman. I spring up like a Spaniel and sift that pen from the young woman’s hand as softly as I could, and give it to the old lady.
My hand glanced the young woman’s hand and I felt such a gentle charge ....... an unexplainable charge. And not an eletrical shock.
When I got off the bus I asked Jesus why He didn’t give me the courage to help her. and He simply said.... "But I did..... I made the bus late so that you could be just where I wanted you to be. In order to learn compassion and for you to help those ladies. That was all you needed to do"
The charge that I felt was that of the Master’s hand.
