I met the poor yesterday.
Larry sat there on the grass in front of the picnic table, humming inaudible lyrics. His guitar, blood-stained neck from cut fingers and caked in a layer of dirt, was left handed, and there was a bumpersticker on the front of the body that said “Never Lukewarm” with a scripture reference from the book of Revelation. He was playing a 12-bar blues pattern, and the stains on the wooden neck told me that he only knew three chords. Larry was obviously homeless, and obviously a believer.
We had invited him a few minutes earlier to our BBQ that a group does specifically for homeless people that hang out around Ocean Beach. When we first saw him, he was sitting across the sidewalk from a man that was handing out bibles in Spanish and English to anyone who promised to read them. He had ridden his bike, loaded with his guitar case and a back pack, just down the beach to join us a few minutes later.
At first I hadn’t noticed him until he got out the guitar and started strumming. Then I sat down next to him in the grass and just watched. When he got to the end of his song, which didn’t really have a verse, chorus, or refrain, I asked him what he called it. He looked up at me facing the sun over the Pacific Ocean behind me, his right eye squinting and his left eye unable to open, and through his uneven whiskers said, “I call that one “And they spake the word of God with boldness.”
I have to admit I was a little shocked. I mean, his song title was in 15th century english from the book of Acts. Let’s just say I didn’t expect it from Larry. He was wearing cut-off jean shorts that showed most of his legs, which were tanned like hide from sun exposure. He had blue eyes, or at least the right eye, a gray, unkempt beard and curly, gray hair that hung out the back of his cap.
I asked his name. He didn’t ask mine, and after a while, Larry asked me in his raspy tone, “What has your experience been with Jesus Christ?” I started with my Papaw’s miracle healing, and told him a little of my heritage in the Church, but after a few sentences he didn’t seem too interested. I told him I was just trying to follow Jesus the best I can, to which he replied “How do ya know you’re doin’ that?”
“I guess just trying to do what he says to do.”
“Like what?”
“Like loving your neighbor as yourself. Like not hitting back when you get hit. Like going the extra mile for people.”
“I keep listenin’ to ya and I’m not hearin’ what I wanna hear,” he said.
“Jesus said the most important thing was to Love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength, and then to love your neighbor as yourself,” I blurted out.
Before I could finish, he interrupted “Ya need to READ his word and DO it.”
I thought to myself, “Didn’t I just say that like 3 times?” But it was then that I realized that Larry is probably like most homeless people, very lonely. And maybe he doesn’t need someone to listen to as much as he needs someone to talk to. So I listened, and boy did he have things to say.
His rant was long, and at times poignant while at other times questionable. I think it’s interesting that several homeless people I have talked to have their own critique of Christians and the church. Larry was no different in this way. Some of his arguments made sense and some didn’t.
He said Christians needed to be familiar with the Word of God and obey it, instead of doing what they want and saying they have a “peace in their hearts” about whatever it is they’re doing.
He said Christians need to not only disagree with evil, but to stand up against it. I agree, but his example was nothing short of hilarious. “Instead of just saying HBO is bad, they need to stand up and say ‘let’s get this evil station off the air,'” he said. “But they won’t because some a’ them church-goers like to get a tingle outta watchin’ it.” (Priceless) I said, “Yep, some of them do.” Althought I thought to myself, ‘I wish HBO was the biggest problem we had in the world.’
By the end of the rant, I asked Larry to play us another song, while everyone ate hot dogs around us, and he did. It was the same three chords, and all the lyrics were scriptures he had memorized. “Now to him who is able to exceedingly above all that we ask or think, be glory forever,” and so on. A few minutes later he packed up his things and left, saying “God is good,” heading off to a bible study. And I was left to try to make sense of the experience I just had.
About Larry. Was he homeless on purpose? Was it his fault? Was it somebody else’s? Do his ideas have any clout? Are they just nuances and slogans that he uses to justify rejecting the Body? Is he a prophet? Or a loser? Or both? Or neither?
I don’t know. But all I know is the experience I had. And that being around the outcast and poor in our city is going to be better for me in the long run, whethere I agree with what they have to say or not, whether I condone their lifestyle or not… etc.
All I know is that it’s good for me to take note of how I treat the least of these. Matthew 25:31-46
All I know is whether he knew what he was talking about or not, Larry spake the Word of God with boldness.
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