Jesus, Move Me to Do the Little Things

Jesus, Move Me to Do the Little Things

Living in York City affords me many opportunities to show the love of Christ. As I was sitting in my home office that faces West Street, two African-American young men walked by, caught my eye and I waved. I recognized Daniel, a former student of mine at Logos Academy. Daniel and his brother, Matthew, were walking to the Dollar General up the street. Today was a surprisingly warm February day, so I walked outside and Daniel, now a seventh grader, shared that he was writing a book and wanted to publish it. He didn’t know how he would get the book published. I told him to bring me the story when he was done and I’d help him self-publish it. The little time it would cost me was well worth helping Daniel fulfill a dream.

 

Derisabel BaezThe whole scene made me reflect to a moment last week when I saw another young man from the City in a courtroom. This young man didn’t bring a smile to my face. Instead, my stomach dropped and my neighbor, Margarita, wept. This young man was in court for a pre-trial hearing related to his pending first-degree murder charges. You see, in April 2008, Harve, was arrested for brutally murdering my two-year old little neighbor girl, Darisabel. Apparently, she accidentally unplugged his XBOX controller while he was playing a video game, so he beat her to death with it. Ten months have passed since that fateful day. I don’t weep anymore, but tears still fill my eyes when I think about her, when I think about Harve and how he got to this place. Justice will have its day, but I wonder what path Harve’s life might have taken if someone had bothered to help him publish a book or just given him some guidance and love as a young man. Daniel just passed by the house again and waved. Next time I see him I’ll ask him how that book is coming.

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