Several Scriptures come to mind here: 1 John 3:16-18 is one.
Cape Town, South Africa
I was walking up Derry street. I had just finished half a bottle of wine and a martini at Kloof Street House. Didn’t initially want to walk home, but the evening was nice and the alcohol had me feeling good.
As I started up Derry, I saw a woman. Her age, I would guess fell somewhere between 55 and 60. She was struggling to carry three large grocery bags, all filled to capacity! Multiple people walked past in the same direction. Not one offered assistance. I’m behind her about twenty-five yards thinking, “I’m tired, ran eight plus miles earlier today in the hot sun, alcohol got me feeling chill!” The hill up Derry is steep. I jog it sometimes and I have to pause twice because it is an unrelenting beast!
I see her stop for the second time to rest. As I draw level…
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