friday night

The phone rings.

A neighbor needs help.

Could the pastor come for an hour?

To help the crippled, elderly woman with the infant?

Yes.  Yes he can.

He leaves.

Oven dings–pizza’s done.

Kids play.

I cry.

Compassion withers.

Oh God, forgive me!

For I was a cripple once, an infant once

And ever still in need of You.

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