Last week at was with another volunteer rounding the corner of an apartment building when we saw a lady and a three year old fall to the ground from the backseat of a car. The mom was hysterical and the little girl was crying. The two of us stood in shock, a classical deer-in-the-headlights moment. The other volunteer recovered more quickly than I and at the mom's request dialed 9-1-1 with his phone. The problem was that she was Vietnamese. After some time of feeble communication attempts the mom, her husband (the driver of the car), and the little girl were somewhat clam. We talked with them a little while we waited for the police to show up. At some point, I'm not sure when exactly, I had the little girl in my arms. She would look up at me, smile, and then lay her head down. More than once she did this. We are still not sure what the whole incident was about or why there was such a conflict. At the end the mom had some friends pick her up and she grabbed some belongings out her apartment and her and her daughter left.

As I was driving home I had time to think over the curious events of the day. I kept thinking about the little girl, so I began praying for the family and when I stopped I knew that during the moments of holding the little girl I was sharing Christ. I was the arms of a loving Savior easing her fear. The chaos of an ongoing family dispute was interrupted and two strangers stepped in, and greater than that God was there. How important it is to be filled with the love of Christ each day and in unexpected moments.