and hilarity does not ensue…
every tuesday morning, my small group of men meet at mcdonald’s, for breakfast and study.
this morning, it was 6 degrees. SIX degrees outside. i walk in, and at the counter is a somewhat obviously homeless man, fresh from the cold, complete with frost on his clothing, coat, and bag. he’s attempting to barter with the manager over a cup of coffee. i step in and offer to buy him the coffee, and a he can split my breakfast with me, he said he would like the hashbrowns.
i told him that myself and a group of guys from my church met there this morning, and that he should stay warm, and we’d pray for him.
i take it that set him off.
he sat one table over from us, and mumbled obscenities, namely ones regarding chopping our “expletive deleted” heads off, as well as announcing that he’d hope to high heaven that we’d fall under his curse. he sang songs, mumbled things in gibberish, pounded his fist to the table, and generally reminded me of a heavily bearded gollum. however, if a customer or employee, other than my party, walked by, he’d stop, say hi, and wait kindly for them to pass thru before carrying on right where he left off.
so then the time came for us to leave, we all stood up together, i told the man to take care, and said God bless, and side-stepped out of the room. mostly because i thought sure that he’d follow right along.
he didn’t.
so what began as a “whatever you do for the least of these” moment, ended in a somewhat disturbing feeling of “when is this guy going to leap across the table and attempt to kill us all?”
all in all, not a moment i’d like to relive any time soon
*** UPDATE ***
one of my friends went back to buy the guy a little more food.
and as he walked in, he noticed the “homeless fella” purchasing an entire breakfast platter of food with a wad of cash he pulled from his wallet, right in front of my friend rod.
so much for charity.
