By Roz Harris
The young man fell asleep during service. The usher nudged him and said, “Wake up.” Slowly, he opened his eyes, stood, and left.
The following Sunday when the young man did not return, the usher thought Good riddance. Was I too harsh, too judgmental? It’s my fault he isn’t here, but he was rude. I didn’t even ask him his name. I wonder where he is.
The pastor answered from the pulpit, “…his name was John. He suffered from sickle cell anemia. Last Sunday, he fell asleep at the wheel on the way home from Church. He now rests with God.”
Nicely written and a touching piece. Well done!
No, the usher wasn’t too judgmental, Possibly it was just time for John to depart this mortal coil.