A day in the life

This post was prompted by my cousines blog. As she described all about her job I saw a side of my job that was some-what if not distantly related. I am a court runner for a Bankruptcy law firm. I know, your failing to see the realation right? Well I am in and out of a busy Indianapolis court house. I see many people every day. From the man standing next to me in the elevator glancing at his Rolex watch, to the other young man slouched in the corner with a dirty white t-shirt with shorts that look like baggy jeans due to the lack of a belt to hold them in their proper place. Did I mention he also has a little black box stapped to his ankle. Their are young and old lawyers full of wisdom ready to help their current clients, pro-bono or not. I have seen many women step out of courts with tears rolling down their faces, and have heard many men raise their voices and flap their hand to voice and show their frustrations. I am a courious individual, if not somewhat nosey. I have to wonder what is their case??? What have they been thru??? I have been tempted many a time to sneak in the back of the court room and listen in. One happy sight that I do get to see and just recently found out why it was so repetitve. Thursdays are "Adoption day" I love taking the elevator to the 17th floor and stepping of and seeing happy individuals holding young smiling children in their arm or holding them tightly by the hand. It is a happy day for everyone. I leave smiling and saying a thankful prayer that God does care about the children. I have heard so many stories, and ones that are often followed up with "I know you hear this all the time, but MY story is TRUE!!"
People are interesting creations. I pass a preacher on the corner everyday, he is quite disheveled and yet he holds his old bible in his hands and talks about the love of God and mumbles many other words I can't make out. Another man I am greeted with "have a nice day" Almost every time I pass. Rumors have it that this man with a scruffy beard and sits in a lawn chair just out side of Subway, has a house and doesn't pay his bill somehow escapes being evicted. He has many helpers, I have seen finer men slip him a few "green ones". I don't know his name. But if you were to ask an fellow "Indy" resident, that visits downtown on a regular basis. They would tell you they know "Mr. Have-a-Nice-day"
As I pass each interesting individual and ponder what are they facing, a song often comes to mind, and makes me wonder past their current situation and take a moment to consider the state of their soul. We have so many "LOST SOULS"! I want to help them see the light of Jesus thru me, so where I am not reaching into the pockets of my jean skirt, or into the zipper pocket of my trusty green shoulder bag looking for change to throw into the "Jimmy John's" cup thrust in front of me. I simply smile and say "sorry I don't have anything I can give." RUDE, you might say. Or even your thinking "I don't blame you." I just have to hope that they can see something different in me. I want to close with the song that I mentioned earlier, I have always loved it, but it has come to have a deeper meaning to me in the last few months.

Everyday they pass me by.
I can see it in their eyes.
Empty people filled with care,
headed who knows where.
On they go thru private pain
Living fear to fear.
Laughter hides their silent cries
only Jesus hears.

People need the Lord.
People need the Lord.
At the end of Broken dreams
He's the open door.
People need the Lord.
People need the Lord.
When will we realize
People need the Lord.

We are called to take His light
To a world where wrong seems right
What could be too great a cost for
Sharing life with one who's lost
Through His love our hearts can feel
All the grief they bear
They must hear the words of life
Only we can share

People need the Lord
People need the Lord
At the end of broken dreams
He's the open door
People need the Lord
When will they realize
That we must give our lives
For people need the Lord
People need the Lord