I would, as I always have, do everything humanly possible to avoid her.
She’s an older woman in her fifties or sixties or something like that.
One cannot guess with much certainty as the street adds years without them being lived.
She is homeless and has been for a long time.
She also stinks to high heaven because there are not restrooms everywhere she stays and she has taken to relieving herself as she walks.
She refuses to stay in shelters because she prefers her own company and that of convenience store clerks who don’t always share in her desire for companionship.
She is loud and crass and bold and I cringe when I see her and pray that something distracts her before she spots me.
She spotted me.
People within a block and a half turned around…
She asked if I had a buck so she could buy a beer…I ignored her and slipped inside the store.
As I was waiting to pay for my faux lemon, I heard one of the people in front of me say “she just needs Jesus”.
Of course…that’s it.
She just needs Jesus.
That would solve the problem …the problem in reality being good folks like us having to pass a homeless person to buy our own beer.
She just needs Jesus…
Jesus would make her act like us, think like us, and live like us, and spare us having to duck her when we go to the store.
Of course He would…except…
Any damn fool could see she needed a bath, another bath, and then a shower.
She needed clean clothes.
She needed a place to stay and some warm food.
She probably needed medication.
She needed a beer.
I got out of line and got her one.
My exit plan was to toss it at her and run to the truck…but I took a deep breath and handed her the bag.
“I liked your book”.
“I said I liked your goddam book…Amy used to read parts of it to me”.
Amy used to work at the store… and indeed I had given all the employees who wanted one a copy of my book.
“Yea, I liked it…you can’t survive out here without God”.
I thanked her and slid into my truck.
She already had Jesus.
She needed a beer.
Make your own application…