The Union was ridiculously crowded today. Like, ridiculous. And in the middle of a twenty minute wait for fried rice, I had a thought. Which led to another thought, as tends to be the norm. Which started a train. And that train was this.
I wonder how many strands of hair are in the Union this very second.
I wonder how many students are wearing Northwest clothing.
I wonder how many times a laugh can be heard in a minute.
I wonder how many girls have manicures.
I wonder how many guys are going to play racquetball later.
I wonder how many textbooks have more doodles than notes.
I wonder how many people are stressing about some class or another.
I wonder how many hearts are either broken or soaring.
I wonder how many people are walking around confident in their major.
I wonder how many girls woke up, looked in the mirror, and thought horrible thoughts about themselves.
I wonder how many addicts are in a food line.
I wonder how many guys are thinking about that girl.
I wonder how many people feel insignificant.
I wonder how many people are already thinking about that party this weekend.
I wonder how many people miss home.
I wonder how many people hate the thought of going home.
I wonder how many people have never had a home.
I wonder how many tears have been held back.
I wonder how many laughs have been empty.
I wonder how many times she just does that for attention.
I wonder how many times he uses her and exploits her insecurities.
I wonder how many cuts he has on his wrist today.
I wonder how many people know God.
I wonder how many people realize that God knows the answer to all of these thoughts.
I wonder how many people know that God actually does know how many strands of hair are in the Union today.
I wonder how many hearts have truly been given over.
I wonder how many souls are yearning for church.
I wonder how many souls have been hurt by church.
I wonder how many people have had the real Gospel explained to them.
I wonder how many people have actually never heard of Jesus.
I wonder how many students have just given up on the whole thing.
I wonder how many people want to know, but are scared to ask.
I wonder how many stories are behind all of these pairs of eyes.
I wonder how many of those stories I don't know.
I wonder how many of those stories I could know if I just asked.
I wonder how many people would feel Jesus if I just talked to them.
I wonder how many opportunities I've missed in my life to do just that.
I wonder how many people know God's love.
I wonder how many people I could show that love to.
My fried rice is ready.
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