One day when I was in college, I was walking near the Library when a student I knew greeted me with a question. At the time we were both pledging to a campus society, and as young Christians, we were both struggling with the idea of pledging to anything other than Christ. I knew Tom was challenged by it, as I was, but clearly he was further along in his thought process than I was. I wasn't very insightful back then.
Now I'm pretty sure my family would think I've gone off the deep end in my later years. But perhaps that's the blessing of living a long time. It causes you to think more eternally.
Anyway, Tom asked me a simple question, and I have carried the memory of that encounter through the past 50+ years. So today I wrote a short lyric about that day, and if it helps you, I am glad.
And thanks, Tom, wherever you are today. Godspeed
How’s Your Walk?
He asked, “How is your walk?” and it caught me off guard.
I knew what he meant but I couldn’t find words.
I couldn’t say then what I needed to say.
I had strayed much to far from my Savior that day.
I stammered an answer, but I knew all too well,
There were words to say what I needed to tell.
His face became soft; he looked straight in my eyes,
I could tell by his look he saw right through my lies.
With four simple words, with one simple greeting
He had tripped that one switch that set my soul reeling.
He reached out his hand and took hold of my shoulder,
He said, “I understand. I’ve been there too, brother.”
“You know, sometimes we feel like we fell off the shelf.
But the Lord understands. Don’t be hard on yourself.”
And his words gave me comfort, and we sat down and talked.
Then he asked if I’d mind if he prayed for my walk.
And in that encounter, I found I could find peace.
I’m not perfect, by far, but forgiven, at least.
As we walk in His promise, God has saved us a place.
Such a comfort there is knowing we’re given grace.
