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Cara is hard at work, desperately trying to finish up an extra half-shift she has taken on to earn some extra money for her two children at home, who want to go on a field trip to Charleston with their class.
Things have been tough since her husband left early last year, without any explanation.
She’s working double shifts for single-digit dollars, trying to singlehandedly be a mother, provider, disciplinarian, and if there’s any time left over, companion to her fledglings.
She doesn’t need much.
Some encouragement would be nice.
Maybe just to not have people look down on her because her clothes are a bit bedraggled.
Maybe one night off, to laugh instead of budget.
She needs Jesus of Parkersburg.
She needs him not to be religious, but rather, helpful.
Maybe to just listen.
She needs him to tell her that she’s still only thirty-three years old, that her life isn’t over, and she’s not just a paycheck trying to fund her little tykes into an uncertain adulthood.
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Matt has the afternoon off to go to Wal-mart to buy some incidentals–clothing and shoes–for his family. He tries to plan this trip to the Superstore once a month, taking a good bite out of his paycheck, hoping that they can make all the macaroni last as long as the cheese.
He doesn’t mind the hard work at the coal mines. He doesn’t care that often his safety may not be the primal concern of those who run the company. He has enough faith in God to get him in and out of the tunnels everyday without fear.
But it sure would be nice if Jesus of Parkersburg would lighten the load just a little bit. Not much.
Maybe give him a few extra dollars so he could buy some insulation for the house so that the winter months wouldn’t be so brutally cold and expensive.
Maybe Jesus could help him get a break on that medication that one of his young’uns needs, which the doctor insists will help with the repeated seizures.
Matt’s not a demanding sort, but he sure would appreciate a break.
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Calvin hangs out down next to the railroad tracks on the east side of town. He’s officially homeless, in the sense that he neither has an address nor a pillow on which to lay his head.
He begs next to the railroad tracks because when somebody does give him a quarter or a dollar, he jokingly runs across the tracks and says, “Thank you. Now, you just helped me get on the right side of the tracks.”
Ever since his wife was killed by a drunk driver, he has lost much of the will to pursue or succeed. It was just the two of them, and now that’s it just one of them, he feels no compulsion to over-produce.
But he sure could use Jesus of Parkersburg.
Maybe somebody could just come along and pop him a twenty-dollar bill so he could remember what the taste of a good hamburger is in his mouth.
Yes, that would be nice.
Maybe Jesus of Parkersburg could help him find a way to get back into life, and feel important to someone again, like he was to his loving mate.
For you see, Calvin’s not miserable. Just underused.
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And then there’s Tim–a young man who’s hanging out at the Dairy Barn, even though it’s set to soon close for the winter months.
He’s not sure where to go. A junior in high school, he’s not adept in sports, can’t sing in the choir, couldn’t afford a band instrument even if the school still had a band.
So he finds himself with a lot of time on his hands, with a bunch of mischief trying to tease and tempt him into some unnecessary choices.
Tim sure could use Jesus of Parkersburg.
Just someone to come along, put an arm around his shoulder and say, “Listen kid. Let’s go out, find what you can do really well, and then get you to doing it.”
He might rebel against such interference, but considering that Jesus is so compassionate and full of good cheer, he just might listen.
For after all, when the Dairy Barn closes, where is he going to go?
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You see, the problem is, there is no Jesus of Parkersburg.
There’s no Messiah walking around healing the sick and raising the dead.
For the next twenty-four hours, there’s me. Makes me feel sorry for the good folk of this town. They deserve so much better.
But since there is no Jesus of Parkersburg, I’m going to think, pray, laugh and try really hard, in my own clumsy way, to be Jesus… in Parkersburg.
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