Two Souls

I actually wrote this earlier this summer. Yet it still leaves an ache when I read it. "Father, help me be faithful!"




A young man came into work early one morning. Throughout his entire order he was constantly moving, restless. He could not be still for one moment. As he walked across the yard with his completed order, he zigzagged, unable to walk in a straight line. The phrase came to me, "a soul in torment." He didn't look much older than me. Already cracked on drugs. He seemed tortured, unable to get away. "Oh Father, have mercy on his soul."


And then a cheerful man in drive-through the same day. And talking to him, he said he's perfectly healthy, except his head, the inside, his soul. "Jesus can heal that," I thought, but I hesitated, and didn't say it. I missed a wonderful opportunity. I had the chance, yet I left another soul in torment.