All of a sudden, he started waving his hands frantically in the air, and then began hitting himself in the head. This outburst was followed by 20 seconds of laughing, and then silence.
As he repeated this sequence a few more times, I realized he had some sort of mental or physical disability - or both.
I don't know about you, but when I see someone like that I get a huge knot in my stomach, followed by a giant tug at my heart.
The huge knot is my conscience raining perspective down upon me - reminding me how fortunate I am.
The giant tug is God reminding me of Luke 12:28:
From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded;"Much", of course, is a relative term. But the fact that I am typing this blog, and can read all of yours, pretty much means I am in the "much" camp.
And from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.
Which means I've got work to do.
God, please help all of us to be your vessels here on Earth; to use the unique gifts you have given us to promote your Kingdom.