By Royce Clay
One cold rainy night while I was waiting at a bus
stop, an elderly woman got off a bus and walked slowly over to where
"Could you tell me when the next bus is due?" she
asked. I asked where she was going. Upon hearing her reply I
exclaimed, "But you just got off a bus going to your destination."
"Well," she stammered shyly, "there was a
terribly crippled young man on that bus and nobody offered hem a
seat. I knew he'd be embarrassed if an old lady like me got up for
him, so I pretended it was time for me to get off so he could have
my seat. He wasn't embarrassed, and I -- well, there's always
We need, as a congregation, to manifest a little
more of that little lady's attitude.
Meadowbrook Church of Christ, Anderson, IN, Jan. 15, 1995.