Love Poem: Chrissy's Home (Part I)
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Written by: Leon Stacey

Chrissy's Home (Part I)

She stuck out like a lily among thorns, when she sprung up in 
the midst of the Baptist Student Union.  All eyes were on her, as she raised her 
hands and lifted up her eyes with her voice.  Chrissy signed and swayed in 
reverence and awe of God's presence.  Although some thought she was acting 
irreverently, I knew Jesus was the treasure of her heart and that He was pleased 
with her. 
                           Chrissy was one of the most unconventional Christians I met in 
college.  She wore snug faded blue jeans with the knees out and an over 
washed, green, sleeveless army shirt.  She was very petite and fair-skinned with 
thin cherry lips and rosy cheeks.  Her hair was long, brown and frizzy, usually 
worn in a ponytail and matched by her thick eyebrows haloing her innocent blue 
eyes, which lit up as she ran and bounced around campus barefoot.
                          Her feet were so cute and tiny; they took my breath away and made 
my heart pound, especially her right foot.  It was like lead on the gas pedal.  That 
tender child would become another woman behind the wheel, and I always felt 
as if I was in a centrifuge. 
                        Once, on our way to church, she was traveling 70 miles per hour 
around sharp curves and over unarmed railroad tracks.  All the way there, she 
was smiling that patented smile that had won the hearts of many and oscillating 
her head from side to side to the music, as the truck jerked from left to right and 
seemed to ride on two wheels.
                      My eyes were enlarged.  Apparently, Chrissy figured out that I was 
frightened when she noticed my locked jaw and gritting teeth; as my left hand 
clawed the cracked vinyl seat, my right gripped the armrest on the door.