8:42am. A single mom is trying to rush out the door with her 2 year old son. She works 2 jobs just to make ends meet and can barely afford childcare. Last month she was given notice that she will be laid off from one of her part time jobs, together with hundreds of others as a major retailer closes shop. She has no idea how she and her son will survive without that income.
Yesterday she got a phone call from one of the jobs she applied for to go in for an interview. She desperately needs this job. It doesn’t pay much. It demands longer hours which meant she will be sleeping even less. But it will pay the bills.
The morning of the interview, her son woke up sick with a fever. Kids always pick the worst time to get sick. She raced around the house to try and feed her son, give him some medicine and get ready for the interview all at the same time. She dropped off her son at the baby sitter, and rushed off to catch the bus for the interview…
9:12am. A man sits alone in his car outside of a Tim Hortons. He has been sitting there, staring into a cup of coffee for the last hour. He has a good job as a manager in a big company. While he goes about his job during the day, every night he secretly battles the demons of depression. He could not remember the last time he was able to sleep. He has a day lined up with interviews for new employees. He has no idea how he will be able to get through the day…
9:30am. The single mom arrived at the interview, barely made it on time. She enters the office. The man stood up behind the desk. They shook hands. Bright smiles on their faces.
“Good morning! How are you?”
“I am doing well, thank you. How are you?”
Wouldn’t it be nice if there is a place we can go where we don’t have to put on that smile and tell the world we are doing well when we are not?
Wouldn’t it be nice if church can be that place where we can say, perhaps even just to God:
“Please…I need some help…”