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I’ll never forget the night a group of us
youngsters were by a friend’s house. He was a
pastor that we respected greatly, loved dearly
and visited often. It was time to go but to get
home we all needed to walk quite a distance
to get to the point where some could get the
bus. A few others of us lived close enough to
complete our journey on foot from that point.
Having a vehicle would help but neither us nor
our pastor friend had one.
Our friend led the way out the front door
and down a few steps. He was already on the
paved drive up to the house and was seemingly
walking around in circles by the time I got out. It
wasn’t totally dark as light coming out the house
windows, front door and a distant street light
gave some illumination. It wasn’t very obvious
what he was circling but this could have been
caused by the partial darkness so I drew closer
along with the others to get a closer look.
“Can you see it?” he asked as he momentarily
stopped and moved his hand around in small
circular motions as if polishing something. “No,”
we all answered in unison. “Can you not see
my new car?” he asked again. A few chuckles
escaped as the penny dropped and we were
able to finally make sense of his miming. He
January - March 2018