It was hot and I was thirsty. I wanted a Slurpee. I decided to go to Seven Eleven and get a Slurpee. I drove into the parking lot and walked into the store. I went straight to the Slurpee machine. There was a man standing in front of the Slurpee machine giving up cups. I approached him. He was wearing a robe and he had the kindest eyes I had ever seen. The man handed me a cup and said “God Bless you.” I looked at the cup. It was plain except for the words “John 3:16” written on the side of it.
I walked back to the Slurpee machine and wondered about the man. I looked for my particular flavor of Slurpee and groaned when “Wild Cherry” had a light lit up. They were out of my favorite flavor of Slurpee. The man behind me was speaking softly. “Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” I remembered the words from Sunday school. “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.”
Suddenly, an angry crowd burst through the front doors of Seven Eleven. The crowd moved to the back and stopped in front of the man. A man in the crowd spit on the man. I grabbed my Slurpee and quickly moved away from the angry crowd. “We told you to keep your filthy hands out of our neighborhood. I looked back at the man. He no longer wore a robe. Instead, he wore dirty/filthy clothing. Everything he wore was torn and tattered. His hands and his face were caked with dirt and grease. I looked down at my Slurpee cup. Dirty fingerprints were smudged all over the cup. It no longer read “John 3:16.” My cup was an Iron Man 2 cup. I put my Slurpee down on the counter and raced out of the store.
Two huge men carried the bum out of the Seven Eleven. The crowd cursed at the poor man. They decided to throw the man into the dirty dumpster. “This is where your kind of filth belongs” they said to him. A lady asked me if I knew the man. I quickly shook my head no. A man said he believed he saw me talking to the man. Again, I denied the accusation. Finally, a group of teenagers laughed at me. “We know you are a friend of this filthy man.” I shook my head no and yelled back at them. “I never knew this man.” The crown laughed at me. I took one last look at the man before they threw him into the dumpster. He looked back at me with sad and wild eyes. A bead of dirty blood ran down his forehead.
Horns began to blow (loudly) all around me. The sky turned dark and lightening roared across the sky. Rain poured down in torrents. The crowd ran for safety. I raced to my car and slammed the door against the storm. The storm raged for fifteen long minutes. Trees fell across the road and knocked out the electricity. Eventually, the storm subsided. I remembered the dirty and helpless man. The last time I saw him, he was being thrown into the dumpster. I ran over to the dumpster. I was embarrassed how the crowd and I treated this poor man. The man was no longer there. All that was left was a dirty shirt. On the back of the shirt were five simple dirty words. “Have you met Jesus today?”
thoughts that run through my head