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What's God Got to Do With It?
May. 14th, 2006 11:01 amSo I wake up bright and early at 5am on a massage table at the temple, having crashed there ASAP after I no longer had anything pressing to do at work at around 10:30pm. People are up and running around as usual. I marvel at the amount of text messages one can still receive and send at 5:30 on a Sunday morning. Does anyone sleep normal hours anymore? I'm beginning to suspect the answer is no, either that or everyone I know is crazy.
So after hanging out a bit, I decide to head "home" for a bath and a change of clothes and to hit the store for cigarettes before turning around to come back to work since I'm on the morning shift today. Woot.
I go driving back down Aurora, wondering whose bright idea it was to make the Aurora bridge narrower with that whole walled off sidewalk shit, and I pass someone just past the bridge a ways, hazards on, and out of the corner of my eye I see them trying to push their car down Aurora. Oh what the hell. I'm not in a hurry. I drive around the block and pull up to ask if they need me to push their car with mine to get it off the road. He's a tiny little man of unspecified ethnic origin with braces who barely speaks English. He looks embarrassed and nervous and tells me he's out of gas. Damn. Shitty place to run out of gas. I tell him I have a gas can and I'll be right back, go get him some gas and bring it to his car. He keeps apologizing over and over and tries to just use half the can so I can use the rest but I tell him to stop apologizing, it happens to everyone, and just empty the whole thing in. I take the can back, go to walk back to where I parked my car, and as I pass his window, I notice his passenger seat is full of Christian literature, bible, small books with little engraved crosses. It occurs to me it's Sunday morning and he's on his way to church. For some reason I find this kinda touching. I make sure he gets his car started, and drive back to work, contemplating the irony of our conflicting destinations. If he only knew....
It's funny how we judge each other sometimes. Divide each other up into categories. Sinners, saints, christians, pagans, athiests, republicans, democrats, virgins, whores, minorities, short, tall, fat, skinny, ugly, attractive, and then once in a while, worlds collide and none of that even comes up.
So remember... along the road of life, there are times when God might not save you, but some deranged heathen in a station wagon will.
So after hanging out a bit, I decide to head "home" for a bath and a change of clothes and to hit the store for cigarettes before turning around to come back to work since I'm on the morning shift today. Woot.
I go driving back down Aurora, wondering whose bright idea it was to make the Aurora bridge narrower with that whole walled off sidewalk shit, and I pass someone just past the bridge a ways, hazards on, and out of the corner of my eye I see them trying to push their car down Aurora. Oh what the hell. I'm not in a hurry. I drive around the block and pull up to ask if they need me to push their car with mine to get it off the road. He's a tiny little man of unspecified ethnic origin with braces who barely speaks English. He looks embarrassed and nervous and tells me he's out of gas. Damn. Shitty place to run out of gas. I tell him I have a gas can and I'll be right back, go get him some gas and bring it to his car. He keeps apologizing over and over and tries to just use half the can so I can use the rest but I tell him to stop apologizing, it happens to everyone, and just empty the whole thing in. I take the can back, go to walk back to where I parked my car, and as I pass his window, I notice his passenger seat is full of Christian literature, bible, small books with little engraved crosses. It occurs to me it's Sunday morning and he's on his way to church. For some reason I find this kinda touching. I make sure he gets his car started, and drive back to work, contemplating the irony of our conflicting destinations. If he only knew....
It's funny how we judge each other sometimes. Divide each other up into categories. Sinners, saints, christians, pagans, athiests, republicans, democrats, virgins, whores, minorities, short, tall, fat, skinny, ugly, attractive, and then once in a while, worlds collide and none of that even comes up.
So remember... along the road of life, there are times when God might not save you, but some deranged heathen in a station wagon will.
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