It Was a Normal Day

It seemed like a normal day.
Pushed myself out of bed.
Argued with my inner voice,
"Stay home," it said. . .

Wrote a reasonable check for the offering
Drove to church wondering where I'd eat afterward

The choir sang.
People prayed.
It seemed like a normal day.

Then God showed up and wordlessly called my name.
I saw myself as God sees me . . . and wept.
But God touched me,
cleansed me,
and called me.

It was a normal day for God.

Pastor Julio R. Vargas Vidal
Ayudante Ejecutivo del Vicepresidente de Asuntos Religiosos
Universidad Interamericana de PR