So for over a year I have be yearning for SOMETHING to write about. I feel sometimes nothing magnificent is happening to me. I look of facebook and I see friends getting married and having children. I see my friends who have had children watch them grow. Happy beautiful toddlers and young kids they are now. It's amazing the time warp that seems to happen in one's 20's. So much changes. I often like to reminice about years past. I guess I am a romantic. I live in a different time era otther than the one I am in currently..

Writers block has hit me and kept me trapped in solitude. And then I witness the most profound act of kindness. And it urged me to write. Abdiel and I are trying to explore the area of CA. Believe it or not, I have not explored too much on my own. Although I like to be alone at times, I am still a very social being...Exploring on my own here has not been much fun. Well, we went for a hike along the beach below the gliding park at Torrey Pines, in La Jolla CA. First, to get to the beach, we needed to hike down a steep path from the top of the cliffs.

It appeared to be a well used pathway, that the state just decided it couldn't keep up with anymore. It was actually a difficult way down, sand, slippery, and steep. It took some time to near the bottom. As we were approaching the bottom we saw a woman beging her acsent to the top of this stairway. She walked as if she was taking her first steps. :Obviously too much to drink. She was dressed in jeans that were falling down and a large shirt. She was carrying man's clothes with her as she walked. At one point on the bottom of the stairs she lost balance and fell over.

I was hesitant as I walked to the bottom of the stairs. I am sad to admit this, but as I passed I pretended not to notice her. I believe out of the corner of my eye she was teetering towards me. I quickly walked by. As Abdiel and I approached the beach we heard a voice of a young man behind us. He acknowledged the lady.

" Hello, are you trying to go to the top?"

"Yes" she replied.

"Had a little much to drink?" he asked.

"Yes" she said again.

"Well let me help you to the top." he kindly replied.

With that, he steadied the ladly and put her arm around his shoulder. Then, he began the acsent with her to the top of the cliff. Abdiel and I stood in utter shock. We were dissapointed with ourselves to say the least. Here we were, the story of the Good Samaritan fully ingrained into our minds, and we had just walked by.

God taught us a very impressionable and profound lesson that day. I don't think I will simply walk by a person like that again.

My mom and I had a conversation one day. It was about truly helping someone. What is helping? What does that actually mean?

I'm reminded of a few stories in the Bible, one in particular is when Elijah went to a widow's house to hide. The widow only had enough flour and oil to feed her and her son. She gave in good faith and fed Elijah. Because she so willingly helped him, and willingly sacrificed in good faith, God blessed her with an abundance of oil and flour.

That's just what this person did...He had made the same hike down that Abdiel and I had made. And he chose to go back up with the extra burdon of another human being. He gave his time and extra exerted energy for this lady. As I said, it was proufound to watch.

The Bible does not talk about those who helped with no sacrifice to themselves. The people whom God admires and acknowldges are those who give at an expense to themselves. If we do not feel the 'pang' of not having so someone else can have then we have not 'helped' to the extent which God asks of us.

Sometimes I think we become stagnant and caught up in our little 'spiritual highs'. We donate here and there. We volunteer a Sabbath afternoon to feed the homelss...but when it comes to giving and helping with an expense to ourselves and our personal lives we find reason not to.

Can it be true that Jesus not only came to sacrifice himself for our 'general sins' but also to sacrifice Himself for our eternal excuse making and ignorance to social policy and helping others at our own expense?

When we think of the death of Christ I think it's important to begin thinking more specifically...Do you?