A while back, a lady took a fall in the church parking lot and was down for several minutes. Keith’s friend, who was visiting that Sunday, asked, “Why is everyone gathered around her?” to which my son replied, “That’s what we do around here. When someone falls, we help them.”
Being on the brink of a fall is pretty scary. You can go either way, and for an instant, you’re not sure whether or not you will regain your footing. You fight to maintain balance, but sometimes you’re on your way down so fast that you’ve hit the ground almost before you realize what’s happening.
There are some things I sail through without a thought. It’s no big deal to tell a cashier I’ve been undercharged or to pass a test without cheating. But there’s a much longer list when I think of what does tempt me. Like everybody else, I want satisfaction now because it feels good and I don’t like to wait. Whether it’s secret greed, the urge for subtle but sure revenge, the opportunity to put someone in his place, the chance to prove myself more skillful (and therefore worthier) than the next person, or whatever else I may be facing, I know that I am not the only one.
God, help us not to fear letting someone know when we are in danger of crashing. And help us to link arms with the fallen, because that’s just what we do around here.