I wish I had super speed.

September 10, 2009

Last thursday I had one of those moments that I wish I could relive.  Yeah I’ll admit I did.  As much as I hear people say “live with out regrets” and all that other stuff, I still had one of those moments in time where I wished I could have turned back time and done something differently.

I was on campus walking to class.  All of a sudden I hear the loudest, cackling, laugh I have ever heard on campus out in public.  Before I go on, you most realize this was the most gratuitous, mocking laugh I have heard, maybe ever.

So I turn around to see one big guy haunched over on a skateboard that’s moving slowly.  He was the Cackler.  Now behind in the grass near the sidewalk was a stranded razor (type) scooter.  Also in the grass, on his back was a guy in all black with long curly black hair.  The large Cackler was laughing at this guy laying in the grass.  Meanwhile many others were looking at the fallen scooterist and not doing a thing about it.

Now I don’t know what happened.  What I do know is that it seemed like the big Cackler had run him over, kept going, and laughing like a hyena while not stopping to help this guy.  I will admit sometimes on campus there are some funny accidents, but it always seems someone is apologizing or laughing in those situations.  But in this accident, someone somehow fell and was being mocked worse then any other.  The mocking laughter to me almost felt evil.

So as I see this situation I start getting angry, and a couple of young freshman nearby me start laughing too.  So I chew them out saying something like “really? this is what our society has come to? Laughing and mockery at someone like this?”.  Which got an apology out of one and a “people have laughed at me when I’ve fallen.” from the other.  I was to angry to tell that guy how flawed his logic was on that.

So I turn back around after kinda yelling at those freshman and see the scooter rider getting up slowly and taking off.  And that was when I went after him.  It was also when I wished I could have turn back time.  I was too far away to catch up.  Even if I ran.  Unless I had super speed.  Which is another reason why I wish I had super speed.  I never caught up to the scooter rider, and I was late to class.

Let me explain why I wish I could relive that series of moments.  So first I hear the cackler, then I see the fallen scooterist, then I yell at the freshman, then I turn around and the scooterist is pretty much gone.  I wish that instead of taking the time to yell at those freshman, I could have ran over to the fallen scooterist.  I could have helped him up.  I could of apologized for the cackler.  And I could have satisfied a deep feeling of needed Justice inside me.

But thats not what happened.  What happened was I yelled at some freshman, instead of potentially sharing the love of Christ with someone who in my mind needed it.

I didn’t even get the opportunity to go yell at the Mad Cackler.  Nope just some freshman, who probably just thought I was annoying.

I guess that’s the thing about Justice, it can’t be misplaced and if it is it’s not very effective. I don’t even think it would have been Justice to push the Cackler down and then have everyone laugh at him.  Justice would have been to love on the fallen scooterist when he felt mocked by the world.

But next time, I’ll be ready to run to the fallen.  I’ll be ready to get over my own pride and lack of boldness and run to those who need to be validated. At least I hope I will, because I don’t want to have another moment that I wish I could relive.

What stories do you guys have of Justice? Good ones? Bad ones? Funny? Sad? Biblical accounts of some awesome Justice? I wanna know.


6 Responses to “I wish I had super speed.”

  1. Geri said

    Anthony, when I think of you, its not really this guy. I mean you have always been nice and cool but never really REALLY religious. It was never something you flaunted, which was cool too. I’m happy for you and I’m glad I get to see this side of you. Enjoy blogging!

  2. Cameron said

    That’s the thing about motivation, if we react, we get us.
    And “us”, even at our best, is not as good as what may feel weird or
    bad, but is God’s will.
    If we respond from the Holy Spirit, we know we get it right.
    Also, no matter how fast the “super speed”, flying is still faster.
    Just like the theory that throwing the baseball is always better
    running it in.

  3. Lori said

    Great thoughts Anthony… I didn’t know you had a blog!

  4. Jessica said

    Ha ha, I like when you say “scooterist.” Cute.

    So, I don’t think I really have any stories regarding justice. I just know that I felt like I heard about it at Crusade last year, people saying how we should seek justice for others. I thought, “Man, I almost never seek justice for others.” I started praying that God would give me the desire to bring his justice to his people. I see it in small things — when I watch Invisible Children and pray to God that I can make a difference in the world. When I see people that don’t know Jesus’ peace, and I really wish they did.

    I just hope that I can be a person that would seek justice for others. I do know that I cannot seek justice for myself.

    Oswald Chambers said, “Do not be bothered with whether you are being justly dealt with or not. To look for justice is a sign of deflection from devotion to Him. Never look for justice in this world, but never cease to give it.”

  5. It’s painful to pass up an opportunity to help someone out when you feel God put it on your heart to make an effort. I grew up sprouting from a very old and scary line of belief. Bascially it’s Christianity mixed with mexican folklore. An example of biblical justice in my roots would be an equal or worse fate with familiarities befalling the Cackler, as you called him. But my pallet of faith is nowhere near my extended families’. I admire your willingness to help others when you see the opportunity. Sometimes, making a pledge in advance will have your switch in the ON position when something happens.

  6. Anthony,

    Man, you never cease to amaze me. I have probably just gone through the worst string of events in my life, no joke. And yet as I read your blog, I was really inspired. The only way I can express it is to say that your writing is deeply anointed by the Holy Spirit. I’m not even joking. Your writing is super powerful man. Keep it up.

    As for a story of justice, what comes to mind was the crazy fiasco we had at the Brazilian BBQ place in East Asia. It’s funny when we look back it now, but when I think about it in context of the things that you just wrote, I see how God has blessed you with a unique gifting. On that last night we were in East Asia, you showed justice by saving Ben and the dancer girl from total awkwardness and immorality. That seriously took guts man. You have something special. Keep pressing in and inspiring others in the process.

    Stay Strong.

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