Why does it keep returning like a season to my mind? What gives it this regularity? A professional man by a country roadside gripping a fencerail clutching his cellphone, so near the endingedge of his life gasping, "Tell me something, tell me anything true, hurry, I'll believe you, what? Fear not, yes fear not that's right fear not, yes You're with me that's right you're with me. Of course you are , be not dismayed be not dismayed for You are my God that's right My God, my God. (I hear him breathing heavily, deeply, even panting) You will strengthen me you will help me. I feel it, the strength, yes I'm starting to feel the help. (Like the addict I heard about in Times Square clinging to the preacher. There'll be a service tonight, son. - Pastor, you don't understand I may not be alive tonight!! I need help right now, will you please pray with me now!? - Of course, of course, right here on the sidewalk with all these---WHO CARES!!!!HELP!!) Yes, you will uphold me, yes, with the right hand of your righteousness, yes, that's Jesus. that's Jesus, You are with me always to the end of the age, the end of the world Amen Amen that's where I am, that's where I was , Oh thank God!! You're here!!
But this is almost ten years later and that professional man has returned long since to his profession and has married and has thrived. I'm not saying he has forgotten that edgeending afternoon by the roadside, I'm only remembering it myself according to its season, according to its regular re-emergence in my memory, according to what it represents to me about a desperate desperate dependence upon God and other, about an end to the long debate.
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