A Brother of a Young Jewish Man

I was shamed the other day.  Several men, collogues actually, surrounded me calling me hurtful names, laughing at me, and running me down in front of many of my other collogues.  I have lived through this so many times, mostly in church where I learned early on, many Christians can only feel holy by making you feel unholy.  As a preacher's kid, we moved often, mostly because these “Christians” would throw my dad out of the church for being “unholy” in their holy eyes.  But I digress.  One thing about moving so often is you would have to go into a new school alone, defenseless, no gang to have your back.  Often this would lead to fights or scraps but mostly to just being an angry kid.  This anger eventually turned into rebellion and a long trip down the highway to hell breaking every speed limit.  I have thought a lot about what happened the other day.  It was just ripping the scab off an old buried wound, I was once again just that new kid, “hippy boy”, who many loved to make fun of.  There is a moral to this story.  While on that highway to hell a young Jewish Man “had compassion on me, ran to me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me” and made me His Father’s son.  The other day, that shaming day, a brother of that Jewish Man heard it all, came up beside me, put his arm around me, and reminded me, “your cool” because That Young Jewish Man, now lives inside of you!  Thank you David Ward!

The Young Jewish Man's brother, David Ward.