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Words hold a special Magic in and of themselves.
There is a character in the Harry Potter movie named Dumbledore, who said that words are a source of magic for they possess the power to do great good or great harm.
Yesterday I was shopping at Fred Meyer; when I was accosted by two women. One was in her late 40s to early 50s and the other in her early 20s. The older woman came and threw her arms about me and gave me a passionate hug and then kissed me on the cheek and, while I was still a bit undone by the first, the younger woman repeated the actions of the older woman who was now in tears.
I must admit I was very befuddled by the whole affair, probably because I was in the produce section and this had created an audience of 15 to 20 women of various ages, all with smiles and muffled giggles.
“Excuse me, who are you?” I finally managed to get out while desperately trying to regain some composure. The older woman, taking my hand, says, “I didn’t expect you to recognize me but I would know you anywhere.” That exhortation raised a few eye brows other than mine. “My name is Kathrine Roshenblum and 28 years ago you saved my life”, “And mine”, chimed in the younger woman and Kathrine began to weep once again.
Now you would think that if you had saved the lives of 2 people you would remember the event. But I did not.
Kathrine having regained some composure says, “You and seven other brave men were blocking the doors of the Lovejoy Abortion Clinic. The escorts and the police were trying to pry you and the others off the doors. One officer had your hand in a pain compliance hold and another was applying another pain compliance to your neck and that is when our eyes met and you spoke to me and said ” FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, DO NOT KILL YOUR DAUGHTER!” and at that moment I just screamed and ran away.”
“Six weeks later I was born” chimed in the younger. “My name is Faith Hope Roshenblum.” Well the audience had pretty much thinned out to a few eye dabbers and uneasy smiles. And I was still trying to digest all that I had heard.
As it turns out they live in Washington, near Fort Lewis. Faith is in college, Mom and Dad live near near the Fort for her hubby is a retired Lieutenant Colonel, and they were down visiting friends in Gresham and had gone to Freddy’s for some munchies for the trip back.
So to all my fellow prolifers who got sued and for those who didn’t.
See it was worth it for we saved TWO lives————
So I took Yvan to her physical therapist this afternoon and was waiting for her in the Lobby. Next to me is a lady in her 80s, humming to herself some little catchy tune. Her therapist comes out and greets her and asks her how she is doing? “A few more sessions and I’ll dance a jig” and she shuffles/dances down the hall to her appointment.
Out comes another therapist and calls out a name and this woman in her 40s comes out from behind her tabloid and the first words out of the lady’s mouth are “What are you smiling about?” No matter how the therapist attempted to cheer her patient the patient refused to be cheered and told the therapist to be quiet and lets get this over with. I could see that the therapist was taken aback by the rebuke as the middle aged woman stomped off down the hall.
So I stepped up and took the therapist arm and she turned and looked me in the eye and I could see tears beginning to well up. “It is not your fault,” I whispered, “you did nothing wrong. Do not own the rebuke. Her anger came here with her. It is the fruit of unforgiveness.”
A smile flickered across her face and the whisper of “Thanks” escaped her lips and off she went to deal with her patient.
In Romans 15 it says that we who are strong need to bear with the scruples of those who are weak, but sometimes we need to come along side our brethren who are dealing with the weak for the words of the weak are pointed and poisoned. Like the therapist these words can find the gaps in the armor and prove deadly. We then who are stronger then need to step up and strengthen our brethren and sisters to and minister the oil needed to affect healing and release encouragement.
The other day I was over at the the church at Gresham, checking out the condition of the Trees. Now we have some on going issues with the neighborhood Associations, but there are a few people over there who Just really Hate people in General and the homeless in particular.
So on this day one of these folks walked the whole length of the property from Glisan all the way over to the southwest corner to tell me how much he hated the homeless. Then when he couldn’t get a rise out of me, he grabbed my arm and turned me around and got so close to my face I could smell his decaying teeth. “Ya know who I really hate the most?”,his voice low and grating,
“God?”, I offered up.
“No, I hate you. I hate you because of what you do. I hate you because you love them.”
“The Homeless,” I clarified.
“The Vermin. You and them need to be exterminated. If it were legal I would gladly kill you and your wife and that longhaired Freak.”
“Ya know what buddy? How about I pray for you right now?”
He pushed away and screamed NO and then punched me in the chest. “Don’t you dare, I will kill you for sure you miserable…” ( you can insert your own colorful metaphors) and turns and begins stomping away.
I pray out loud, “Our Father who is in Heaven Holy is your name…”
He turns and screams pointing his finger at me , “I’M WARNING YOU, STOP PRAYING RIGHT NOW!!”
“Thy Kingdom come thy will be done in Gresham as it is in Heaven….”
He turns and charges me and stops a foot or so away and in a threatening low voice says, “Are You ****in’ deaf?” He picks up a tree branch raises it to strike,
A peace has settled upon me and I hear my voice saying, “Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who want to beat us up.”
“I’ll do it ya know!,” the voice snarls “I WILL, I will,”
“In Jesus name Amen. May the Lord Bless you and Keep you and give you peace.”
“Oh shut the F up you F’in Vermin!” as he throws down the stick and trudges away. “I hate you, I HATE YOU.” Turning still screaming and using hand gestures. “I HATE UUUUU.” Reaching Glisan street turns east and stomps away.
A moment later a squad car pulls into the driveway and comes slowly back to where I was standing. The officer gets out and says, “You okay?” I nod. “I was a few miles away when I got the call. We know who it is. You want to press charges?”
“No,” I said shaking my head. “He wasn’t acting any worse than some of the homeless who had a snoot full. But thanks for coming.”
He got back in his car and said “What do you with guys like that?”
“I pray for them. What else is there to do?”
He smiled a nervous smile and drove away and I went back to my trees. Trees are a much quieter folk. I like them.
I decided this morning to take myself out to breakfast. I was going to buy a
paper and eat breakfast and drink coffee and pretend that I was just an
ordinary person. That was the plan. I got dressed and got into the truck and
drove to the restaurant. I pulled into a parking spot went and bought my paper
and headed for the door.
There, standing about 10 feet from the door, was an old
man, older than me, with a sign begging for money for the breakfast special.
One egg, a strip of bacon, and a short stack and coffee for $5.
“Any luck?” I asked. “Not yet,” says he as he smiles. “Put away your sign and let’s go
in,” I said. We sat down and I ordered coffee for us both. “Paul,” he says with a
hand extended. “Jeff,” I said, taking the hand and shaking it.
The waitress appears; it’s Chrissy. “Hi Jeff, found another one?” I nod. “The same
for both of you?” I nod again.
About 10 minutes later as Paul and I were
reading my paper, Chrissy is back with a tray with two Steak and Eggs with
toast and hashbrowns and a pot of coffee. Paul begins to cry. Chrissy hands
Paul a couple of extra napkins. I pray and give thanks for the food. Paul dries his
eyes, blows his nose, and says, “I was expecting just the special.” I smiled. “This is MY
special. When God pours out a blessing it usually pressed down and over
flowing. Scripture says to whom much is given much is required. The special
on the sign is the bare minimum…..I have never known God to deal out bare
minimum blessings. Now eat up and be filled.” Breakfast done and a large hot
coffee to go– Paul and I go our separate ways .
Someday maybe I will get to take myself out to breakfast and just be
About panhandlers and sign fliers:
How do most of you pay for goods and services? I would wager it is with a debit card. I have friends who own stores and one owns a saloon and 95% of all their transactions are in plastic.
Hardly anyone carries cash……and so the reason panhandlers and sign fliers are NOT getting loads of cash is because most of you deal exclusively in plastic. There are a few of us who deal in cash, like me, and yes if somebody asks me for some money and I have it they will get it.
90% of the sign fliers and panhandlers are getting dimes, nickels, quarters, and sometimes a buck or two. Now there are a few sweet spots in the metro area where some of the sign fliers get some nice contributions to the cause. But if you look just a little below the surface, it is because they have become an icon to the spot and they have a certain following who support their living situation, meaning they have established relationships. As for the rest of what is proclaimed in the media and in the propaganda blogs they are just blowin’ smoke out their ass to get people to read their drivel.