This morning around four, I found myself caught up in the jet stream of gospel energy, re-connecting with that feeling that I knew from decades ago when I began going forth to proclaim.
Choosing to act on that surge of loving truth, I went back to Wrayco (see the previous blog post) to meet workers coming in at six. It was much colder, so I went inside to greet them: “I heard about your plant closing, and I want to share my sympathy with your loss.” Greeting perhaps fifteen factory workers, I had a minute or two with several of these men. The most common response was “It sucks.” A majority spoke of moving on and looking for new jobs; the younger workers were hopeful.
When they asked about me I was able to use a couple new lines that I had prepared that morning: “I’m an evangelist for the Fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man.” “I specialize in silver linings.”
We spoke a bit about the network of bonds that they had formed during their years of working together. To one I said, “I believe in you.” The most memorable meeting was with a man who was filled with profound sadness; as he stayed with me and we spoke, I began to melt. Except for his need to clock into work, we could have talked for the next two hours. Him I assured, “Seeing your soul, I can never be the same.”
My religious core had come to expression, and I felt like I was back home again. I had hit my stride again after decades of not quite. It was all very natural. I felt well understood and well received, even though a couple of silent responses to the proclamation seemed to bear a secular cast.
Driving out to Wrayco, I had prayed to overcome a chronic relational weakness of mine. Driving back home, I discovered my true prayer, to become like Jesus: a strong, positive, beneficent personality whose ministry banishes fear and destroys anxiety.
Sculpture by Auguste Rodin, Saint John the Baptist Preaching.