A Tale From a Fish
There she was, obviously in pain. Not physical pain, but emotional wounds that ran deep. I didn’t know why she approached me; I was sitting in the corner of the laundromat, waiting for my clothes to dry, keeping to myself, reading an important book for a class I was in. And she walked in. I ignored her. But she talked to me anyway, told me her troubles. I knew I was supposed to pray with her, but I didn’t necessarily want to. I didn’t even know how to breach that subject. And she left. I hadn’t done my job. I hadn’t done what God told me to. And I repented. I told God, “If I get a second chance, I won’t blow it.” I meant that the next time someone came to me sharing a burden, that I would pray for that person. Out loud. Right then and there. I asked God – could you let me know when I’m supposed to approach someone? When you want me to pray for them? I’ve often been skeptical when so...