Emphasis Preaching Journal

It was late afternoon, and I was on my way home in downtown Detroit. On my bicycle, I was moving along in the parking lane, thankful that I wasn't in the long line of cars waiting for the lights to change. I needed to get home and get things together for my evening appointment. Just ahead, in the median strip, I observed a car with police officers around it. They were obviously handling the situation, so I could pass by. But a second look gave me to know that the driver was a friend who lived in a high-rise apartment. Of course, I stopped, jumped off my bicycle, and hurried to her side.