Today as I sat on a step among thousands of women waiting for the Dublin Mini Marathon to start, this scripture came to my mind and I almost cried. I looked around at all the Irish women, just like me, thousands of them and thought of how many of them are currently travelling this broad road to Hell.
Not long afterwards, while we were all walking, we passed over a bridge and there was a lone man, in his mid thirties, standing on the bridge with a small sign in his hand. It was only about ten inches long and maybe three inches high but I couldn't make out what was written on it. As I walked past him on the other side of the street I kept looking and then I saw it. The word Jesus was on it, front and back.
There he was, standing on top of a small stone bridge in the middle of Dublin City, with thousands of Irish women passing him by. (There were only women there as it was a women's Marathon) He looked slightly embarrassed and had a small smile on his face. I thought about how he is prepared to look a fool to the world, for Christ's sake. I thought about how bright his light was shining at that very moment and I thought what a beautiful crown he will have in Heaven.
I couldn't go back to him to encourage him. There were just so many people there so I continued to walk, and cry and pray for him and thank God for him.