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Apologetics, Faith and Believers: In No Particular Order

It was an easy ride across the Hudson. A blizzard warning should keep people off of bridges and expressways.

After a quick K-turn in the side street, I backed my car down a ramp to the loading dock of CubeSmart. No one in my side view; no one in my rear-view. I opened the door. Lots of people from the Bronx tell stories about the Bronx, and I was alone.

I removed my gloves and punched a 9-digit code into the keypad. Inside. I fumbled a little with the padlock. It was dark and really cold. I raised the gate on our unit to find floor to ceiling boxes, tables, files – The Stuff of a church in diaspora (topped off with an inch of bird feathers).

I prayed, “God, you’ve got this, right? Because I could die right here in this five-story storage facility in the Bronx.” I used the light of my iPhone to scan The Stuff, “Please let me find our sound equipment, and fast!”

Wait! I texted a picture to the Best Admin on the Planet since Pam. Halleluiah! I cleared an 8’ opening and squatted in front of a tall, technology-filled unit. “Man, this thing has to weigh 150 pounds.” I tried. “No way.”

“Hey” I nodded to a couple of guys who were bringing their own load inside. I clearly need some help, but those guys aren’t coming over.

I walked out of our storage unit, down the loading dock ramp and into the street. A man about my age was double parking a commercial truck. I waved him down. He stared at me. Beverly, really, you could die right here.

“Hey! Excuse me?” (Pause) He rolled down his window. I pointed toward my car at the loading dock and asked, “If I give you 20 bucks, will you help me get something into my car?”Him, “Huh?” Me, "If I give you 20 bucks, will you help me get something into my car?” I showed him a $20 bill. “It’s something we need for my church. I can’t lift it, but you probably can. Will you help?” I took a step back. Beverly, watch yourself!

“Give me a minute.” I thanked him and walked away. He must think I’m nuts.

Then there he was, Verizon vest and all, standing on the dock of the storage facility. “I’m a believer, you know. My wife and I had a miracle this morning,” as he lifted the equipment rack and nodded away my offer to help. “Where’s your church?” I told him as he lowered the surely-150-pound thing into my car. I asked about the miracle. He asked what else I needed in my car. “That’s it,” I said, extending the $20 bill, “Thanks!”

“No. You donate that someplace. My wife and I are blessed. We have a house and just this morning, we were able to pay the mortgage. That was our miracle.”

“Wow,” I was humbled. “Yes, you give that money to someone who needs it. I’ll see you again.” He walked down the stairs of the loading dock.

As I drove through The Bronx toward Manhattan, I smiled at the kids in the crosswalk and stopped mid-street for a lady crossing with a cart.

I Am Blessed! Thank you, God, for introducing me to a life-changing, miracle-receiving believer.


“I came to the Church years ago, looking for a community that was progressive, justice-minded, and open to creative worship.  I stayed because I've felt loved and supported by the community:  through good times (my wedding) and bad (the loss of several family members).  I'm proud that our community has evolved over time to meet new needs, from serving Czech immigrants over a century ago, to our homeless outreach program today.” 

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