A day in the city
I live in the city. I rode the bus nearly every day this quarter, often transferring downtown. But I don’t usually walk around downtown for pleasure. Today I took my annual dad & daughter date trip to downtown Seattle. I’ve probably missed 1-3 of these trips in my adult years (like if I was in Japan or something), but I’ve taken many, many a trip downtown around Christmas time since I was a little girl.
The city sights this time of year are quite varied. A communist? You got it. Someone dressed in a santa outfit in a wheelchair? You got it. Someone saying ‘heaven or hell’? You got it. Someone selling glow-in-the-dark things, a young boy playing some instrument in sunglasses, kids trying to sell See’s candies, a man with a sign declaring his desire to trade a joke for some cash, the piano guy (who is EXCELLENT), the guys who sing outside Starbucks, a guy who was making music with a saw, a group that included a tap dancer, a cup guy (according to my dad, the guy always collects cups), …anyway, you name it, you got it.
Lots of people out to make a buck. Lots of people out to spend a buck. People enjoying the holiday cheer or trying to keep up with the commericalism, people who perhaps just don’t know what to do with themselves so they turn to the streets — perhaps they do what they do because they don’t know what else to do…I guess there are a lot of people who live like that 365 days of the year…
…and how often do I do what I do even when I know I should do otherwise. How often do I let my weakness get me when I know Who has strength that can overcome those weaknesses?