A couple of days later he saw in the distance a teenage girl entering the park with a friend. Jacob wondered what on earth someone so innocent and angelic-looking was doing in a park filled with derelicts. He closed his eyes. In a few minutes he heard a soft voice speaking to him. Jacob opened his eyes and saw this same teenaged girl looking at him with compassion. He was caught off guard. It was the first time he had heard anyone speak words of kindness to him in years. At that moment he did not know whether he wanted to cry in gratitude or laugh in cynicism. But her concern moved him in spite of himself. "What do you want?" he growled at her.

"Sir," the young girl said, "I was afraid to come over here, but I feel like God is nudging me to tell you something, before I get back on my bus. I wish I knew how to say it better but, well, sir, Jesus loves you. He loves you. He really does."

Jacob looked at her in disbelief. After all the heartaches he had been through, all the indignity he had suffered, all the rage that had filled his soul for so many years this young girl told him Jesus loved him. As he looked up at her face he saw tears streaming down her cheeks, and to his astonishment he began to weep as well. "No one could love me, child. It's too late for me," he said between sobs.

"No," she replied urgently as she took his thin, gnarled hand into hers. "It's not too late. God will gladly take you if only you'd let him. Just tell him that you want to. He will love you and help you." Jacob says it was at that moment that he knew Somebody was reaching out to him through her. He knew deep within that he was being offered help in his hour of greatest need. (2) When the storms of life are raging, when all of life seems out of control, when we feel totally helpless, Jesus comes.

Ron Newhouse