It is a late, and strangely warm, New York Night. I walk toward home the 10 blocks along Broadway. I walk alone, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, and then my attention begins to shift. I take note of the people walking past, and I wonder, “Who are these people I will never meet?”
A woman talking on her cell phone says in an incredulous voice, “I can’t believe he would do that!”
A young couple hugs as they walk in silence.
Two women embrace, “I love you.” Are they mother and daughter? Sisters? Lovers?
A disheveled woman sits begging for change, “Can you please help me. I need some food.”
I suddenly realize I have walked too far. I turn around and walk back another five blocks to my hotel. It is late. My feet are tired. I can’t wait to get a shower.
But who is left to listen to the voices? The words of Jesus come to my mind, “the harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few.” So many voices and I am just one insignificant man among the many.
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