Update

“The next stop is 46th Street. Stand clear of the closing doors please.” I’m on the way to church. Cool and carefree. I don’t need to watch the road so I write this blog. Sometimes, I read or pray. Often, I just sit and watch the people (who are watching me. Only a tourist thinks that no one pays any attention to anyone else).

Maybe next Sunday, Laurence and I will ride together. His right eye slowly improves after surgery 10 days ago, but it looks awful. (Keep praying.) Laurence talked of going to Fort Totten to listen to a service. It’s a peaceful place with a few sailboats floating on the waters of the Long Island Sound.

I feel like yesterday was one of the hottest markets ever on Roosevelt Island. (I look up to see we just stopped at Roosevelt Island Station.) I noticed a banner at the market and another on the light post of Good Shepherd Plaza yesterday that celebrated the 35 years Wengerd’s Farm Market has been on the island. The island folks did this because they appreciate Israel and the market. There was a cake and speeches. The boss stayed humble (and hot). It’s been a great environment for me to work in. I enjoy my coworkers, the customers, and the beauty of an island surrounded by water.

I messed up. I thought this R train would go on the F line, but now, I realize I’ll need to change to the Uptown A at Times Square. This means a long walk through a hot station. (Aren’t you thankful you can drive to church?)

I made it. I’m on a cool uptown train. I passed by where the Mennonites come to sing and pass out Gospel literature. “WHERE WILL YOU SPEND ETERNITY?” blazed at me from the spot by the 7 train stairs. Mexican mothers sold mangos, drinks, and spicy peanuts. Policemen manned their post; they didn’t see the girl slide underneath the turnstile.

This reminds me of an experience that Laurence had this last week when he was on a bus where a customer refused to pay his fare. The driver finally shut the exit doors and called the police. The non-paying customer decided he did not want to confront the police, so he managed to get the exit window open and crawl out. I look at that window and cannot imagine how he got out. Laurence said it wasn’t easy.

A mentally disturbed person is singing off key and loudly about how anyone can make it in NYC. This stirs his counterpart in another section who shouts, “-(bad word) NYC. I’m going to Los Angeles.” I laugh out loud. I think I better go to Sunday school with the people of God. I hope you can too. God bless.

Berniece