Bad Luck

Is Life Good?

Steve Charleston “In every life there are these small spaces of grace, the tiny reminders that life not only goes on, but goes well. No matter what grand dramas we may inhabit, there is always room for the glimmers of heaven to shine through and delight us. A favorite dessert, a song on the radio, a morning that begins in quiet perfection. Rejoice that time is sprinkled with such simple surprise, the wild flowers of our faith.”

Harold asks for gloves. I hand him a pair of black sturdy gloves.

“Thanks,” he says. “It has been cold at night.”

Later, a young man comes by the park table and asks for gloves.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just gave out the last pair.”

“Man, I am always too late. Luck is just against me.” Martin turns to walk away.

Harold hands him the gloves I just gave…