A few
years ago, a young successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago
neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black,
12-cylinder Jaguar which was only 2 months old. He was watching carefully for
kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he
saw something. As his car passed the spot no child darted out, but a brick flew
out and - WHUMP! – It smashed into the Jag’s shiny side door. SCREECH! He
slammed on his brakes and his gears ground into reverse, tires spinning the
Jaguar back to the place where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the
car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted, “Who
are you? And what the heck are you doing?” Building up a head of steam, he went
on. “That’s my new Jag, and the brick you threw is going to cost you a lot of
money. Why did you throw it?” “Please, mister, please…I’m sorry! I didn’t know
what else to do! I threw the brick because no one would stop.” Tears were dripping
down the boy’s chin as he pointed around
the parked car. “It’s my brother,
mister,” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I
can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy pled, “Would you please help me get him
back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.’ Moved beyond
words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the
wheelchair, took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking
to see that everything else was okay. He then walked with them to make sure
that the younger brother was able to get them back home all right. It was a
long walk back to the sleek, black, shining 12-cylinder Jaguar XKE – a long and
slow walk. Josh never did fix that side door. He kept the dent to remind
himself not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick to
gain his attention. There are times
when God has to do the same. Bricks in the form of trials, tribulations, sicknesses
and temptations come from the dark to stop us in our tracks. However, when this
happens we realize the dents and scrapes in life only serve to make us better
people. It is through these experiences that we begin to see, hear, and
understand what God really wants to do through our lives. So let me end by
asking, “Is God having a hard time getting your attention?”
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