The homeless guy on the street

The homeless guy on the street,
Who is he?
Where does he come from?

I met a homeless guy once.
I didn’t just pass him on the street,
as I usually do...
Once I met him.

For so long I had wanted to go over to him.
Give him something. Talk to him.
But I was too afraid...
Still I felt God asking me to do so.

One night I did.
I said to God: If he sits around the corner, as he always does.
This time I will do something.
What is easiest? Give him some money or talk to him?
But... I shouldn’t give a homeless guy money. He will only use it on drugs!

I decided to do it anyways...
If he where there that was.
I have never turned that corner so slowly before.
Oh... And there he was...
The homeless guy!

Okay, here goes... I’m opening my purse.
Had prepared this from when I went out.
I had some coins and two chocolate bars.

"Do you like chocolate?"
"Oh, I love it!" he answers.

The homeless guy talks a lot.
And moves around all over.
And talks to everybody that passes.
They don’t answer him.
He say it makes him think that they think that they are better then him.
I wonder: How many times have I not answered?
I say it’s probably just a fear of the unknown. They don’t feel so much better...

That night the homeless guy became Jimmy.
That night my heart got a bit more in touch with God.
That night we had noodle-soup, coffee and chocolate, sitting on a sleeping bag outside the local bank.

Jesus sa: "Den som tar imot dere, tar imot meg;

og den som tar imot meg, tar imot han som har sendt meg."

Matt: 10:40