This week I was called both a demon and an angel.
On friday Nathan and I were chatting with people by the metrodome. A guy named KC was there with a drum and a bucket for money. I asked him how he was doing and he just pointed at his pail and grunted. I was like “what?” and he indicated he wanted me to give him money. Nathan asked him to play and then gave him some change. I did not give him anything – mostly because I felt indignant that he was rude to me. We talked to him a bit and he said to Nathan “I know about spiritual things, and I know for sure that your friend is a demon”. That did not leave me with a good feeling.
On Wednesday on my way back from doing the “Good in the Hood” outreach, a drunken gentleman struck up conversation with me. He asked me for my water-bottle (a brand-new one Cor and Jill gave to the LDI interns). I dodged the question and we chatted. I forget his first name, but his last named was Machopinnies, pronounced “Machopenis”, which of course was his nickname. He was drinking beer and coffee mixed. I left him and started walking home. God asked me why I did not give him my water bottle. I said I didn’t want to. He brought up scripture: “If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back.” (Luke 6:29-30). So I went back to the guy and said “God told me to give you my water bottle”. We chatted a bit more. Then as I walked away he pointed at me and yelled and said “Right there is an angel!”
This week I was called both a demon and an angel… and it taught me a lesson.