I have always believed that God speaks through every person I encounter. In my daily walk, strangers and friends, God is there. Seldom do I ignore what people are saying to me. For I know it's God talking to me, telling me what he wants for me. Now these very same people could easily be cursing at me, name calling and all that jazz. Even then it's more important that I listen to why than what is being spoken. I don't just cosmically shrug them off, with karma flippant, attitude. I listen to what they are really saying about me, them and life at that moment. It's those moments of rage, anger and storms that God's zen is upon us. Man's ferocious temper made into child like silent with his simple words.
From a close friend cursing at me at the top of his lungs to a destitute man and son asking for money, God is speaking to me through their rage. I saw the bloodshot eyes of desperation in this man's weather worn face when I approached the local market. I knew what he wanted and I was determined not to give him a dime. I mean, I feel I give so much to my friends and students. I'm in debt and trying to close the gap, I want to save and travel. All these self important ideas were brewing and raging in my head when the gentlemen finally asking me for change. His car had broken down and they needed to catch the bus. "They," being him and his son. Standing in the shade of market was a tall and well built boy no older than 14. He seemed like a sweet kid but I saw the pain in his face and fear in his eyes as the Father was peddling for money. Seemed like the son's entire body was wincing in embarrassment and horror. Or maybe that was what I was feeling for the boy. I gave him 2 dollars and said. "take care of each other."
Walking in, doing what I had to do, I realized how God talked to me in that moment and yet he didn't have to lift a finger. God knew I would answer the call. And here is my argument for the day. Do we need to bother God with the small stuff when he knows we got this? I mean he was asleep on the boat while crossing the raging storm. God wanted his disciples to have faith and work it out on their own. I know that's what he wants for us. So I say let God sleep, rest up for the big game, while we handle our daily encounters. God was snoozing as I came face to face with this Father and son cause he knew I would do the right thing. I knew in a heartbeat I could have been that poor Father or even that child growing up on the streets. I pray for them. I've been thinking about their pain, the look in their eyes, all morning long.
So listen to what each person has to say today. Realize that "they," are you and if you can, help. Compassion shows itself in many ways. Let God sleep as we navigate those troubling waters. See you on down the road.