I don't know why he chose me but I guess he had to chose someone. Me being happy with my own life and my own private spirituality I certainly didn't need this to happen.
1Yesterday after dropping my son at school I took my time walking home. It was an incredibly beautiful day. In the middle of December our temperatures have been hitting the low 80's. That's what it is like living in the desert.
3Anyway, as I was rounding the corner to my street, my home just in sight, what appeared to be a homeless man approached me.
5"Hey, can you spare a dollar or two? I'm really hungry man." That's how he greeted me. His gruff voice seemed vaguely familiar but I know I had never met this man before.
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His hair was long and dirty, completely unkempt. He reeked of day old urine and his nails were black as midnight. A once blue t-shirt was half tucked into grease stained jeans.
9His hair was long and dirty, completely unkempt. He reeked of day old urine and his nails were black as midnight. A once blue t-shirt was half tucked into grease stained jeans.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't have any money. I'm just coming home from walking my boy to school. I'm really sorry." I lied, I wasn't sorry and I would say the same thing again.
11My nice quiet home was within my view and yet I couldn't get to it. I could see the green grass and pink roses. All I wanted to do was get inside my house where my dog would protect me. Nothing more mattered at that moment.
13"Lady, for all you know I could be Jesus!" He suddenly screamed at me.
15I jumped about six inches into the air and landed wrong then I twisted my ankle.
17"Listen, mister, if you are Jesus, will you fix my ankle since you caused my injury?" I laughed at him.
19Then, a wondrous thing happened and my ankle stopped hurting. I looked at this man and he winked with a gleam in his eye and I'll never be able to erase from the corners of my mind. I wanted to be home and now. I didn't want to wait another moment. I was starting to feel afraid.
21"Okay, Jesus, if that is your real name. I am leaving now. I'm tired of your game." I sneered right into his face. The odor rising from this man was sickening. If this guy was Jesus he needed to find some wine and turn it into water and do some serious washing up.
23I pushed my way past him and walked quickly home. By now I was ready to be away from this man and return to my Christmas baking.
25"It's ironic that you're making Christmas cookies when you don't even believe in me." I jumped, some how the man had managed to get to my kitchen before me.
27"But-how-when? Where?" I was speechless. I couldn't figure out how this man got here before me. I started to cry. I was alone in the house with no one to protect me. Athos, my dog, was cowering in the corner, whining like a new born hungry pup.
29"You were given a test" The man looked into my eyes and it burned. I was terrified by now. "Sadly you failed"
31"Are you trying to make me believe you are Jesus? Because I just don't think that will happen." I cried.
33He grabbed my hand and whispered to me "My dear child, you have no faith. You need to believe if you plan on making it into the Kingdom."
35That's all he said. Then he was gone. An odor lingered, but it wasn't a stench more like a pleasant burst of happiness if that's possible.
37I promised myself that I would try to have faith in all people around me. Even more important, I'd have faith in myself. In the end it's what you do to others that matters, but I also think that how you take care of yourself is important too.
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