Sitting in parking lot by Shoppers Drug Mart at a busy Bridgeport Road. Hilary inside getting a prescription filled while I enjoy the cool and the sights in advance of fore-casted rains.
A mother age thirty something and a daughter probably thirteen pass by on the sidewalk riding together a bicycle with long banana seat. Daughter is holding on to Mom’s shoulders. Both are laughing and taking no stock of rush hour traffic. As if the shared journey might go on forever. Friends. Fellow travelers in simplest of communion. Probably an incident that daughter will cherish in memory in years to come.
Long-haired young man in jeans passes to my rear struggling with case of two-four beer. The look on his face suggests that he has found the best possible Thursday night in semi-final hockey on TV.
Switched on the car radio to hear broadcaster Tric Fletcher praying for needs in her radio audience/community. Names and challenges are named in all humility and hope. Never heard the likes of this before. Prayer. Yes prayer reaching the heart. Well done Faith FM .
For me the channel’s worth may be found in prayer, exhortation and song. Forget about the goofy contests with scarce wanted prizes. Even play down all the morning teaching times that make demi-gods out of old and celebrated Christian teachers. Giving the same old first base Gospel message.
But the big three that by-pass the mind and soulish realm for the spiritual and life giving bowels of compassion and heart. Yeah I am in for those items. Thanks to the venue. Press on for the Master.