remember the eyeglasses, vimh, and my initial failure to share? (read “glasses for pierre” nov. ‘07)
well, on the streets sunday, it was pouring down rain, and robert, chris, and i had stopped under a bridge. the word spread, and people were coming for meals. (btw, you should have seen chris, 6ft-4, climbing into the ultra-tiny back seat of my nissan pickup. funny. but, cool, too, to have humble people with me. i like humble people.)
so, anyway, i was wearing one of my favorite shirts, and a guy comes by totally soaked. vimh says “give him your shirt. someone is going to leave here wet and miserable. who’s it going to be?” i acted busy, and even dug in the truck for a hat, but, “doggone it, NO, i’m not giving away my favorite shirt!!”
then he was gone. and i’m standing there feeling stupid. i know that if i continue to ignore god’s voice, i won’t hear it anymore, and i really don’t want that to happen.
so, wouldn’t you know it, the very next guy to walk up says “i need a shirt”!! cool! another chance! so, i say “here, you want this one” but, he didn’t want it (maybe because it had flowers on it….) i even tried to insist, but, no, he didn’t want it. musta been a test… one of these days, i’m going to pass the test on the first try!!
man, it’s fun out there!
eh