She sat, like a social conscience, slumped over a battered cardboard sign on the small island separating the entrance in and out of a Saugus strip mall. I thought my biggest challenge was getting out of Trader Joe’s with just the essentials on my list, until she looked up and caught my eye.
If I hadn’t been wedged between two cars trying to ease onto Route One, I’d have missed her. But we stalled. And while her bent sign was hard to read, she wasn’t. Thankfully, the car ahead of me moved and my conscience and car eased onto the highway.
If only she’d kept her head down. But our eyes met and I saw someone Jesus knew and loved, even if I didn’t. So I turned around. Back in the parking lot, I fished for money and words to pass along. The woman squinted, stiffened and anticipated some platitude as I passed the money to her. I didn’t disappoint. After I muttered something about God cares, she spit out,”God?! People care. Or not!”
Well, she gave what I didn’t want but needed. The Truth. God cares through us. “Or not!” And truth, matters, whether we agree with or like who delivers it.
The day before, I watched and listened as four police officers sat and testified, under oath, of their experiences on January 6th when our Capitol and Democracy were under siege. They gave what many of us didn’t want but needed. The truth. Hard to hear, harder to tell, hardest to live.
George Orwell wrote, “In a time of deceit, telling the truth is revolutionary.”
Winston Churchill said, “The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.”
Whether we care,”Or not!”
And, for the record, God cares.
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