by The Mad Preacher, Rod Davis
A young, successful executive was nearly flying down a neighborhood street in his new Jaguar. He was doing his best to watch for the possibility of some kid darting out from between parked cars. He slowed down whenever his eye caught any kind of movement around the cars.
As he drove along, he could see no sign of children. So, he reached over to adjust the volume on his car stereo system. Suddenly, WHAM!!! A brick smashed into the Jag’s passenger door! The tires screamed their disapproval as he slammed on the brakes. The executive gripped the wheel, turning a hard left as it skidded toward a parked car. His travel mug flew out of the cup holder spraying hot coffee all over the car’s interior and his lap. He screamed as the steaming liquid coated the tender skin underneath his trousers. Finally, the car came to a screeching halt just inches away from the fender of the parked car.
He threw the Jag into reverse and backed up to the spot where the brick collided with his car. He then leaped out of the car and saw a lad of about ten standing in the street. “Did you throw something at my car?!” he roared. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the small boy and pushed him up against a parked car. “Who are you, and why did you do that?!” he demanded. The boy said nothing but only looked back at the executive with huge tear-filled eyes.
The lad’s silence only made the man angrier. “Listen here, you…you little brat! Don’t you know that this is a brand new car? I just got it!” Gripping the boy’s small arm tightly, he looked around and spied the brick in the street. “This brick,” he waved it in the kid’s face. “is going to cost you a lot of money. Why in the world did you do it?!!”
“Please, mister… please.” The boy pleaded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your car! I didn’t know what else to do! I threw the brick because no one else would stop!” Tears were beginning to flow from his eyes and drip from the boy’s chin as he pointed at what was behind the parked car.
“It’s my big brother,” he continued. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy pleaded, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair, mister? He’s hurt… and he’s just too heavy for me.”
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He gently lifted the young man back into the wheelchair, took out his coffee stained-handkerchief, wiped the scrapes and cuts and checked to see that he wasn’t injured badly. Satisfied, he then turned his attention to the little boy.
“Thank you, mister, and God bless you,” said the grateful little boy. The man stood speechless as he watched the little boy push his brother down the street, around the corner and then out of sight. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar…. a very long, slow walk.
The young exec never repaired the damage to his Jag’s door. The dent was a constant reminder for him to never speed through life so fast that someone had to throw a brick at him to get his attention.
“While you were doing all these things, declares the LORD, I spoke to you again and again,
but you did not listen; I called you, but you did not answer.”
Often God wants to speak to our hearts and points out someone with a great need. Everyone around us is a potential ministry opportunity. People are hurting. Some may need our help in a tangible way. Others may need an apt word of encouragement. Yet all too often, we don’t have the time, or maybe even don’t take the time, to be sensitive to God’s voice. That’s when He throws a brick at us.
It’s your choice: Slow down, listen―or wait for the brick.
A little girl who is hungry
Prays for something she can eat
A single mom doing all she can
Finds herself out on the street
Will we see their need and hear their cries
Look at our watch and just walk on by
Or will we stop and take the time
To be Jesus in their lives
We need to be lambs that roar
We need to be eagles that soar
We need to be salt
We need to be light
We need to be Jesus to the world
We need to take love into the streets
Be willing to turn the other cheek
We need to be strong
We need to be weak
We need to be Jesus
Jesus to the world
We can talk and talk about what is wrong
But that won’t change one thing at all
We must take God’s love where the hurting live
‘Cause that’s what Jesus did 
 Jesus To The World ¾ Writen by Eddie Carswell, Leonard Ahlstrom, and Russ Lee Recorded by Newsong on their album, Arise My Love: The Very Best Of Newsong ©1999 BMG Songs, Inc (Admin. by BMG Music Publishing) Lowery Music Company. Benson