Musings of the Homeless Man
The broken sidewalk and hazy lights on Belmont lead a path for us to journey. It was an overcast Saturday evening as we gather for the weekly ritual of beer, conversation, and food. My dear friend needed someone to listen so we removed ourselves from the smoke-laden room and walked the block.It was a refreshing source of air for my lungs and my soul. As we were walking I was surprised to see a homeless man sitting in the bushes that I had not noticed prior. He said hello, and asked if he could play a song for us. I told him we didn't have any money, he said he wasn't doing it for the money, that he does it for the people.
He played a slow song, and a fast one...to be honest weren't that great. We danced to the music. We were being silly(not drunk I only had 1/2 of a beer), and we danced to the music.
When he was finished he said the reason he played his harmonica was for the joy. Not for the money, he said he gets enough to eat, to survive, but to see the smiles and the dancing of people.
I left completely touched by this. His heart was not for money, nor wealth, but in that moment he lived for another's happiness.
Jesus let our lives be like worship to You
Let our worship be a blanket to the homeless man
A healing salve to an open wound
Help us not to forget the people that are your beloved children
Even if they are a bit messy.
Jesus you said that what we do for the least of these that we do unto You.
Help me to remember to be a servant.
posted by Kat @ 4:09 PM
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