What would Jesus do?! No, really.
Sometimes I wonder. Would he ask the guy if he wants to be saved? Humanly speaking it is impossible for him to be saved. Would Jesus wash his hair? Give him a gift certificate for spa treatment? Perhaps Jesus would be afraid of this very large and seemingly disturbed man. You know, like everybody else is. Especially when he starts twitching and contorting his face due to lack of medication.
It probably didn't help that I went to the theater [alone] to watch a reflective art movie. The kind of movie that has so much going for it - including intelligent performances that mesh beautifully, and a keen understanding of how seemingly small moments can rattle the foundations of families - that you walk away from it feeling it should add up to more. You know. An art film. The kind that wins awards. The kind that Christians don't go see. [Which is why I went alone.]
I wonder if Jesus would have gone with me? No, really.
Growing up in a Christian home I wasn't allowed to go to movies. Just in case Jesus returned while I was in the theater. Really.
It was a rather surreal night. Very still. Everything was wet from an earlier rain and the unusually warm winter temps seemed to bring people outside. There was a gang of BMX bikers riding wheelies down the middle of the street without caution. University students streaming out of a night class, making their way to various residences. Fast cars cruising the downtown core.
I was waiting for the bus. Again. Watching life around me. And reflecting.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.