Last quarter, I lost track of this little radio I listened to with a fine pair of headphones. I looked for them around the house but they would never turn up. Could I have lost them at school? Are they under my bed? Why am I always losing things?
Today, as I was waiting for the bus to leave school, I saw a man wearing the same headphones with the same radio! It was the same radio that a friend gave me in eighth grade, and the same pair of headphones that I bought at Hastings.
He got on the bus before me, and I knew they were mine. At first, I had feelings of anger. Then, I began to wonder how he acquired them. Did he steal them? Did I leave them on the bus or in a classroom? I wanted to approach him and say, "Excuse me, but those are my headphones and that is my Walk-Man".
Instead, I accepted it. Why? Did not Jesus command that if a man takes your cloak, give him the other also? Throughout the bus ride, I felt tempted to approach him. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt compelled to say the Jesus Prayer.
What is all this about? Any other guy would go after him, I thought to myself. What makes me different? Perhaps it is something I could do without, anyway. For the past few months, it is not like I have agonized over the absence of my radio.
But then again... I still wonder...
Did I wuss out?
May peace be upon thee and with thy spirit.