Sunday morning dawned bright and delightful. Thus I rode my bike to church. After three hours of uplifting topics and awkward social opportunities it was time to return home for a nap. I discovered that my bike tire was flat. The institute - where I attend church - didn't seem to have a pump of any kind. No problem, I live only a short distance away, so I'd walk. Now, I'd prefer to have some charitable soul take me home in their car, thus allowing for more nap-time, but alas, this was not to be. Between the institute at the back of the SLCC campus and Redwood Road I was passed by probably a dozen cars going out, and perhaps another dozen or so coming in. None of them even stopped to ask if I wanted a ride. Now don't get me wrong, it was a beautiful day, and I'm not opposed to walking. It clears the head and promotes good cardiovascular health. And my legs work fine, but it's the principle of the thing. I think we Mormons can do a lot better at living our religion rather than just talking about it.
Cut to 8:30 that evening.
I had been to a gathering of friends downtown earlier and a friend had left her keys in my car. I had to return them, so I, along with another friend, left my house in the pouring rain for a little jaunt back to SLC. On the way we passed a woman walking down the road - soaking wet and hitchhiking for a lift to who knows where. My experience from that morning - along with the current circumstances of weather etc. pricked my conscience a bit. I stopped and picked her up. She was headed only a short driving distance away, so we dropped her off and went about our merry way.
Two things:
1 - I had the opportunity to put into practice something that someone upstairs wanted me to learn that day, and in the process got an awesome - albeit sketchy - chance for service.
2 - I can now say that I've picked up a hitchhiker. How cool is that?
1 comment:
i think are some of the best moments in life because we learn the most. good job!
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