The Beggar - BOTH Audio and Text
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His clothes were torn and dirty, and his hair and beard a mess. He truly looked as though he prob’ly rarely took a bath!
My instincts had me hating him, and I recall the anger and great disdain that surfaced when he stepped into my path.
As deep inside a part of me was totally repulsed, I felt a strong suspicion that…despite the way he was…
He must have had alternatives to begging on the street. (For years I’d been convinced that almost every beggar does.)
Apparently oblivious to what my telling eyes - and icy cold demeanor - would so blatantly display,
This desperate, dirty, virtually worthless bum would have the nerve to offer me an open hand…then look at me and say,
“Sir, I hate to bother you, but I’ve been out of work for quite a while, and I was wondering…could you spare some change?”
“Not today - or any day,” I barked…“go find a job!” Then I began to notice there was something rather strange…
Even quite familiar, in the way it seemed to feel to stand there…just before him…in the reaches of my mind.
“I tried to make it on my own,” his voice was soft and meek, “and I would not be begging now had fate been less unkind.”
I stood there, almost hypnotized by how he’d made his plea, perplexed about the aura of his tired and weathered face.
My rage would slowly soften as I contemplated why I felt as though I knew him…from another time - and place.
And then…still undecided, but reminded by my thoughts…that, standing there - in need - but for the grace of God - was I…
Mercy warmed my icy heart…compassion had its way…and I would gently quiz him, as I looked him in the eye.
“Something has me wondering...have we ever met before?” I handed him a dollar, and he said…“God bless you, sir…
And - yes…we have…and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised when I inform you when - and even more so -- where we were.
“The ‘beggar’ is a role I play…to search for those in need. This is how I dress…and how I look…to walk the street.
But every Sunday - those I’ve ‘found’ will come to visit me - and join my flock - inside my church…and worship -- at my feet!”
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