[WWJDnow]

I was on an escalator in the subway station at 59th St. and Lexington. About eight steps above me was an elderly gentleman who didn't seem very steady on his feet. As he reached the top, he wasn't able to move quickly enough to plant his feet on the floor, and he started falling backward.

My first thought was to rush up the intervening steps and prevent him from falling. However, I quickly realized that I didn't know whether God's plan for this man was for him to live or to die, and it's not my place to play God with other persons' lives. So, instead of moving to rescue him, I shouted to him, "Ask Jesus for forgiveness!" After all, what's more important, saving a life or saving a soul?

Well, there was a guy right behind me on the escalator. When he saw that I wasn't moving to keep the elderly man from falling, he shouted "Jesus Christ!," pushed me aside, ran up, and supported the falling man, undoubtedly saving his life. This proves that God's plan for the man at the top of the stairs was for him to be rescued that day by the Good Samaritan behind me.

All in all, it turned out well. Not only was a man's life saved, but he also had a chance to contemplate the need for forgiveness at a time of mortal peril, which may well make the difference between Heaven and Hell when he does pass away. It is wonderful the way that God used me and the man behind me as a team to achieve the most desirable outcome possible.

Anyway, as I reached the top of the escalator, the man who had pushed me aside glowered at me. As you can imagine, I gave him a piece of my mind for taking the Lord's name in vain!

[Bobby-Joe]

That was a very moving story Brother. It's a pity the man behind you had to ruin it with his childish emotional outburst. People can be so callous.

[Billy Bob Jenkins]

Originally Posted by Bobby-Joe

That was a very moving story Brother. It's a pity the man behind you had to ruin it with his childish emotional outburst. People can be so callous.

God will even use the liberals and the homosexuals as vehicles of His Mercy. Homosexuals make excellent tools, not just for storing up the AIDS God will release during Armageddon, but for performing menial, physical tasks for the Lord without realizing it.

I like to think that all of the people I cursed with black magic when I was an atheist, were actually victims of God's wrath.

[Johny Joe Hold]

Originally Posted by WWJDnow

This proves that God's plan for the man at the top of the stairs was for him to be rescued that day by the Good Samaritan behind me.

Anyway, as I reached the top of the escalator, the man who had pushed me aside glowered at me. As you can imagine, I gave him a piece of my mind for taking the Lord's name in vain!

Sometimes, you have to admit that old saying is true, "No good deed goes unpunished."

You did what was right for the old man and letting the Good Samaritan know you had had enought of his taking the Lord's name in vain.

God bless you.

[Faith_Machine]

Wonderful testimony, WWJDN!

A word of caution, though: Stay far, far away from the subway escalators here in San Francisco! The sodomists have filled them with the contents of their hindquarters:

BART Escalators: Poop Responsible For Breaking Feces-Clogged Equipment

For months, a lot of people have been wondering why so many escalators going down to the BART's Civic Center station have been out of service.

It's a reasonable question. But now that we know the answer, we're not so happy we asked.

Poop. The answer is poop. Lots and lots of human poop.

BART officials told the San Francisco Chronicle on Wednesday that when a repair team opened up one broken escalator in June, they discovered such a large treasure trove of human feces they had to call in a hazardous materials team to handle the situation.

The area surrounding many San Francisco BART stations are popular camping spots for much of the city's homeless population. That group's lack of easy and regular access to restroom facilities is largely to blame for the excrement-clogged escalators.

Even though BART officials are aware of the problem, solving it may ultimately prove difficult.

"Nobody wants to be walking in urine and feces, I know that, [but] if we don't see it or the person doesn't admit to it, they can just say it was someone else," BART police spokesperson Era Jenkins explained to the Chronicle, noting that officers typically need to actually witness someone defecating in a station in order to issue a citation. "Certain crimes you don't see, you can't enforce."

Besides, as SFist notes, "bottom stairwell of the Civic Center station is a beat no cop would want."

Civic Center isn't the only BART station plagued by human waste. Last week, the Chronicle penned a scathing report about the 16th and Mission stop, which, according to many residents, has become an "easy-access urinal."

The escalators all around the transit agency's over 40 stations have been taking an especially hard beating lately. At the beginning of last month, 28 of the system's 179 escalators were out of service and officials embarked on a coordinated campaign to bring more of them back into working order.

"This is nothing less than a full court press to get these escalators back in service," BART Assistant General Manager of Operations Paul Oversier said in a statement to Bay City News. "We know the escalator outages are frustrating for many of our customers.

The majority of the broken escalators have since been repaired--for a price tag of about $200,000.

To quote Afro-beat pioneer Fela Kuti, that's some "Expensive Sh*t."

[Levi Jones]

I think that was rather neighborly. I believe if Jesus was here today he would all tell us all to, "Go, and do thou likewise."

[ExGay Alex]

Once, when I was about 18, I had a brand new car. I was pre-Gaytm at the time, but I was already sinning with drink.

I got a little sauced up on vodka at a party just after high school graduation. I was driving home when I went a little bit off the right side and hit a bicyclist. He went flying into the ditch but I kept going. He died three days later, never regaining consciousness.

I felt bad about this, but I had a future ahead of me, so I chose to keep silent.

This was more than 20 years ago now, so I am sure his family has gotten over it by now. “Weeping may endure for a night, but Joy cometh in the morning.” Psalms 30:5.

Do I regret going to the party that night? Do I regret getting into my car and driving? No. I feel that it was all God's plan and not for me to second-guess it or judge it.