The Victim: It was a cold, December night as Judy finished working late shift at the restaurant. The supervisor warned the employees not to walk through the parking lot alone, but she was in a hurry. Nearing the car Judy felt rather than heard the presence rushing toward her. Before she could react a rough hand grabbed her by the neck jerking back hard. Both feet left the ground as she felt herself lifted high as if she were no heavier than a child’s rag doll. Then there was the too brief sensation of free falling through the air as she was flung to the hard pavement. Dazed and in pain, Judy noticed the foul odor of stale cigarettes and cheap wine as the attacker began to loosen the strap of her purse. Before there was time to scream, she saw his evil scowl and the flash of his knife...

Opportunity One: Ed, a pastor in the area was driving home from a long and frustrating meeting at the church when his headlights picked up the attacker who upon seeing Ed’s car left Judy and ran. “Somebody needs help,” thought Ed and he paused before resuming his driving. “But it is so late and violent crime happens a lot in our area. I could get hurt. But something needs to be done about the violence in this community. I should hold a prayer vigil at the church or write the mayor…”

Judy had no idea how many times she had been slashed and stabbed but sensed that somehow she must find help or die. Slowly and painfully, Judy began to crawl toward the nearby street desperate for any passing motorist to see her. Struggling to her feet, in pain and nearly blind from the blood in her eyes, Judy began to stagger down the roadway…

Opportunity Two: Phyllis was feeling good about the songs her choir was singing in the Christmas Cantata. The music was on cassette so she could practice while driving. “Joy to the World, the Lord is Come,” she sang in perfect harmony with the accompanying voices of the tape. So intent on singing, Phyllis almost hit Judy staggering across the roadway. Swerving the car and honking the horn, Phyllis still managed to yell out, “Lousy drunk...why don’t you get a job!” After a moment she calmed down and resumed singing, “Let every heart prepare Him room...”