I awoke with an unction in my soul. "Rise, and go to the bus stop!", He said. I got myself together and headed to the bus stop at Forte Road. As I walked, I thought to myself, "I have nothing with me! I've never had a bus pass and I have no money!" Yet, I kept on. Arriving at the bus stop, I sat alone, waiting. The first bus came, and it was the Hurricane Line. I let it pass. Another bus rolled up, soon after the first. It was the Seism Line. I was not moved to climb aboard. I continued to wait and a third bus, the Inferno Line, pulled in and waited longer than the others. Still, I was not induced. Neither was I impressed. The Inferno Line pressed on without me. Finally, the Whisper line turns the corner and my heart filled with inspiration. I got on.
Not certain how long this ride was going to be, I took out my Bible and began to read. I was compelled to focus on the life of Jesus Christ, as He is the example God gave to help us do and be better by one another. As we made a turn onto Capitol Drive, I lifted my eyes to see multitudes of talking dumpsters and trash cans, spewing garbage as if it were the very oxygen people needed to survive. At the stop on this street, one of the politicians tried to convince me to disembark and sway his way, but his very presence sickened me and I couldn't bear the smell of what he had to say. I simply held a mirror up for him to see. Bewildered, he paused. He could not figure out why I was showing him the mirror. Sadly, he, along with all the others on Capitol Drive, had not even realized that they'd simply become refuse, in their corruption, hypocrisy, and ways of wickedness. We pushed on.
We came to Love Highway but only traveled a short distance before turning right, then left. Then we turned left, then right. This went on for miles and miles, never truly traveling the path of Love; always left or right; always right or left. I could only imagine how much further along we would have been, if we merely stayed on Love. For Love Highway was straight; no curves. We all know that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, right? On every corner of these rights and lefts, all I ever saw was division, discrimination, love for some while hating others, and just plain evil. The Whisper Line advised that I compare my readings on Jesus to what my eyes were finding in these places, among these people, far off from Love. I saw that Love did not exist in these places; not the Love of Christ, at least. There was love of self, of pride, of tradition, of money, and even of hate; all things that contend with the Love of God.
Finally, we turned onto Love Highway and kept straight. I continued my readings on my Savior. I got to Mark 12:29 and read through verse 34. As I finished this particular scripture, I felt the Whisper Line coming to a stop. Love Highway dead-ended at Calle de Necesi. I looked to the left and right and found multitudes in need; people of all races, colors, backgrounds, financial and social statuses. My heart was overcome with fiery compassion, and my mouth became full of words of inspiration, motivation, wisdom, and comfort. Looking at all the needs, I began to find resources in my very pockets and being. "This is your stop.", the Driver said.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams