The wind pierced through Chris' jacket as he walked down the busy city sidewalks. It was getting closer to the time he was due back at the hotel. But he didn't want to go back. The life he led was starting to be too much, and he was not sure where he stood anymore in his life.
The stranger bumped into him in a hurry, and he turned around quickly trying to catch a glimpse of this person. His hands moved to the jacket's pockets just to make sure his wallet was still there. It was, but he stopped feeling the hard box in the opposite pocket.
Chris pulled it out and lifted the lid. His curiosity got the best of him after seeing the folded piece of paper inside. The fingers on his right hand worked quickly to unfold it. He read through it the first time quickly, the second time even slower, and the third time it hit home.
It wasn't what Chris expected. The words moved through his body and pierced through his heart. He felt warm and safe and whole. Wholeness was something that he had not felt in the longest of times. He knew he could know longer question what his worth was. He had found all of it in this little slip of paper.
The tears came. Chris wiped his cheeks and moved towards the hotel again. This time he was a changed man. He knew what he was supposed to do and more so what he was to live for. The power that was inside of this message and the future promises he knew it held.
A Few Years Later
It was time for him to tell someone what he knew about this life and what lay beyond. Chris glanced around the room full of teenagers before leaving with the rest of his group. These weren't the right people. They wouldn't know the power of these words.
He looked around the backstage area as they were led to their dressing room.
"I'll be right there guys," he stopped outside of her dressing room. She wouldn't be in there now; business kept her away. He turned the doorknob and glanced into the room quickly. He pulled out the small box as he moved across the room. Chris set it on the table where he knew she would be able to see it. And he left.
She returned a few hours later and found the small box. The box was light as she lifted it off the table and took the top off. Inside was that same piece of paper he had found. Only this time it was her turn to see this message. And she did. She read through it the first time quickly, the second time even slower, and the third time it hit home.
Jesus, I plead
Please purify me
Make my heart clean
Drench me with your mercy
Jesus, I pray
I love you, I need you
For the rest of my days
I swear I will seek you
To the best of my ability
I'm practicing humility
And I lay myself before
'Cause less is more.**
It was her turn for the tears to come, and she knew what she needed to live for now. And what she was living for wasn't that. It was something else or someone who was even more special. This person was not herself. The words touched her as they had him so few years ago. This was the moment.
**Less is More Performed by Relient K, words by Matt Thiessen