On my way to walk with God one day, I came upon an accident. I continued toward the flashing lights and soon an officer came into view and then a middle-aged woman next to him, obviously drunk. I was struck by how ordinary she appeared. She could have been on her way to work. We may have just reached for the same avocado at the grocery store. I must have stared agape at her as I sat at the light, this woman who rear-ended a car, drunk at 10 am.
This all happened in seconds—the lights, the two wrecked cars, the officer, the drunk woman. Then the light turned green and I was accelerating toward the park, the place I talk to God. All at once the Holy Spirit swelled in me, washing my mind of the details, the buzz of commotion, the fleshly need to make sense of it all. I was barely through the intersection when I was strongly moved. Pray for her.
And all fell away, except the pathetic soul standing there in the middle of her mess. There was no farm market, no cars, no onlookers or officials–just her, trying but failing to stand alone. I prayed. I saw Jesus coming beside her, embracing her and calling her by name. Yes, she was normal. Just an ordinary human being, caught up in ordinary things, in need of an extraordinary savior.
“In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God” 2 Corinthians 4:4
Meeting God at the Park 