when i first met him...

i was late for work. as i rushed toward the door, reaching for my employee badge-
i saw him out of the corner of my eye. He had to have been six four, six five.
a sudden feeling of pity washed over me
when on second glance i saw that his forehead and upper jaw appeared bruised
(Slightly distorted)
as if he had been beaten or bloodied some time ago.
his clothes, layered and tattered
he leaned against the wall of our building
"hello" he said.
dare i look at him?
i felt compelled to look.
i turned to him.
He seemed familiar.
not a simple pan handler
i'm still embarrassed with my instinctual question.
"Do you need something?"
"What do you do in there?" he asked. He was to be the questioner today.

more later...

Comments

[Jeremy]

I'm excited to hear more about this encounter. A divine appointment?

Contrary to your chagrin, I think your "instinctual" response, when read in this context, sounded a lot like a question Jesus would ask. (Maybe deep in your heart you meant it!) :-)

Whatever flows beyond that critical question is what confounds -- indeed haunts -- so many disciples.

Patiently awaiting the rest of the story ...

[Mstt]

"travels with josh" is a mixture of fact and fiction. fact in that i did run into a homeless man a few months back who didn't seem to be of this world. fiction- is the continuance of a conversation and relationship that never happened.