Spotting Faith
I felt the need to connect. There was freshness in the air. It was like a mist that flowed in. The mist made it past the rusted smell of coffee, past the chilled circulated air, and over the newness of the building. The mist congealed in my lap and stayed there.
This mist was flowing out of a young boy sitting next to me in our small group. He spoke of his day and I was caught suspended in fascination.
 The men form lines around the conveyer belts. Their hands and legs start moving with rhyme and reason. They slowly transform with time. Conditioned to this systematic system. They become repetitive and are trapped in a cycle. Before 9 and before the clocking in, they were human. They had families, and wives, and blood running through their veins that made them knows why they are here. But now in the middle of the shift they are machines. Speaking in code they mutter things to each other. Some smile, some laugh, but no one really understands.
The whistle blows. It takes a minute for the machines to notice.  They slow, and so do the men. The metal melts and they are human once again. Stretching, and pulling most men retreat to corners and share cigarettes and smoke.
All of them do except this one boy. This boy pulls his little green bible from the back of his pants and sits to read. This is the fascination of his supervisor.
“Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God
God’s promises are true amen…
