Then a scribe came and said to Him, “Teacher, I will follow You wherever You go.” Jesus said to him, “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”
Had an interesting moment this morning. I had just woken up at 6:45 A.M. after a pretty good night’s sleep, making my transition from back to (stretch) front, when a spanking new, probably $40,000.+, large, white, SUV pulled up, full of ladies in long, pretty, floral dresses. Four of them step out, and they set out, two by two. Of course, two walk up to my entry way/living room, and as I do not have proper pocket doors yet installed, I can not hide away discreetly in my home’s rear portion. So hair disheveled, teeth unbrushed, face unwashed, looking every bit as I do each morning, as one who has secretly lived once again through atrocities of the Holocaust the whole night through, I smile sweetly through my blurry, toe jammed window, with a mouth full of morning shit sandwich.
They were coming to share the Lord with me, which is nice. But I had gone to see “Son of God” at the theatre just the night before, crying through all the right moments, and sometimes not so right moments, as it wasn’t the best interpretation put to celluloid. So I held up the two bible verses sitting on my car/home dash. Showing them that yes, I am a believer, and though while I believe in prosperity, I don’t necessarily hold to outward, this world, prosperity being the real or right message of our Lord Jesus Christ. “I am going through a season in time, I said to them. “And God is with me all of the way.” At this point I began crying. Not because I didn’t believe in the story that I was telling, but because I could tell that they didn’t. And it is a terrible thing being caught looking both so ugly and so pitiable, with an unclean house at that. (I wasn’t prepared for visitors.) “Well be warmed and be filled,” they might as well have said, right before walking off, leaving me with no bread, money, or phone number for shelter or resources, but two Jehovah Witness magazines.
I am in no position to judge them. I, too, am an imperfect witness.