The other day our car broke down (again) and we borrowed Mere’s grandfathers vehicle to drop of the car and return to campus. They called later in the day to tell us to come and pick up the car.
On the way there we stopped on at the corner of Speedway and San Jacinto, across from the Crown. A buddy of mine, Freddy Kitchens, was walking back to campus. I hung out of the window and proceeded to talk trash to him. “Nice shirt!” He was wearing a pink polo shirt. He smiled and said, “Dude, Are you talking trash from a mini-van?” and walked away.
There I sat, my head hung in shame. Never talk trash from a mini van. We drove to get the car and Mere laughed at me…
These days I need all the brevity I can get. God grant me the ability to giggle like a grade school child. Keep me from taking myself too seriously. Let me be kind to strangers, compassionate to those hurting. Aware of the needs of others and respond in your love. Forgive me for the things I pretend to do and the things I do not do and know that I should do. Deliver me from my prideful need to control. Wash away the veneers of this false life and reveal in me the true nature of creation in your Son Jesus Christ.