On a Friday afternoon, I picked up my daughter and a few of her friends from school. The girls piled in my car and we headed to a coffee shop for a treat.
These preteen girls on a Friday afternoon exude joy, the kind of silly happiness that is absolutely contagious. The shop was filled, the girls sat a table, and I sat in a nearby chair. Within minutes of us arriving, a young man entered the shop and told a young lady working the counter,
“My friend has overdosed in the parking lot.”
At this point, the hustle and bustle of the shop fell silent. I got up and went to the table the girls were sitting at and we prayed. Fire and Rescue arrived and begun resuscitation. Miraculously, the young man was revived. A collective sigh of relief falls amongst strangers.
The girls piled backed into my car in silence.
I racked my brain on how to approach the subject in a way that would be impactful, but not frightening. Like in so many situations in my life, the Holy Spirit took over. I talked about how each person in that situation did the right thing.
The friend immediately approached for help, without any thought of how he might be in trouble. The young lady working the counter was extremely helpful in giving all pertinent information to the 911 operator. The customers remained calm and in my mind joined in collective prayer. The trained Fire and Rescue team who worked diligently to revive this young man, praise God!
A group of strangers rallied that day and we no doubt saw the hands and feet of Jesus.
“Christ has no body now, but yours, no hands, no feet on earth, but yours. Yours are the eyes through which Christ looks compassion in to the world. Yours are the feet with which Christ walks to do good. Yours are the hands with which Christ blesses the world. “ Saint Teresa of Avila
