I was driving in southern california, somewhere between Joshua Tree & Palm Springs. I don't remember the name of the road, but I can picture it vividly in my mind. On the side of this busy, business-lined four-lane road, I see a man dressed in raggy grey clothing, carrying over his right shoulder ... dragging ... a wooden cross at least twice his size.
A religious demonstration is what I assumed. Or maybe a mentally ill man. Why would the son of god be in So. Cal.?
I didn't hear of any crucifixion's on the news that evening, so I think it's safe to say he wasn't actually Jesus.
But what if he had been. Not one car stopped. Not person went up to help him carry it.
Imagine how different that moment would have been ... if one ... two ... or three people went up to him, and helped him carry it a few yards.
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