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Jack Outhier
It used to be one of my regular rituals, but it had been a while since I
had been to the parks with a bag of burgers, so when the urge hit me
today it was with a pleasant joy that I jumped in my truck and headed
into the inner city where most of the homeless congregate. I drove
those miles with the songs on a Darlene Zschech CD lifting and
inspiring my heart as we praised God together. Downtown, I pulled
through a Burger King drive thru and got the usual response that
follows my ordering 30 Whoppers, Could you pull forward please?
where the manager steps to the window, looks me over and asks, Did
you say 30 Whoppers??? Yes. Right away sir he snaps and scurries
away. (Better than the dingy girl that looked me straight in the eye last
time when I had come to the counter obviously alone and asked me,
Will those be for here or to go? 30 Whoppers? No, I think that Ill
eat them here. I responded, to which she just spluttered and
explained that she was supposed to ask.)
So, with a big bag of burgers and a knapsack full of cold bottles of
water, I pulled in to the parking lot near the park, paused to pray for a
few minutes, and began my adventure. Its really very simple, but also
very intriguing to me, I just walk along the sidewalk stopping beside
each person who looks like no one in the world cares whether he
exists, look him in the eye (if he will look me in the eyes) and ask
simply, Burger? as I reach into the bag and extend a hamburger.
Sometimes the hand extended is tentative, sometimes it nearly grabs
the burger from my hand. As I hand the person a bottle of water, I just
say, May God bless you. Almost always, I receive back, And God
bless you too! or just Thank you or You are so kind. For those who
stand there and look at me, I just reach out and touch them for a
moment on the arm or the shoulder while looking in their eyes then
smile and go on down the sidewalk. Occasionally, as happened today,
after I had been observed from a distance, several men and a lady got
up from under a tree some distance away and came and formed a sort
of line anticipating a meal. Two of the men shook my hand when they
thanked me and the lady stood holding her burger for the longest time
and just watched me as I continued on across the park.
I never knew a single name, had not seen them before and might
never see them again, yet each face that I studied I would ask myself
what God saw when he looked into that face? He knew their names and
their stories. He knew whether they were bums or unfortunate
destitute individuals. One thing of which I am certain; God never lumps
her purse and key ring away and shoved her out the door of their nice
home and slammed the door. Later that day he had carried her
clothing out to the alley and dumped everything in the dumpster. He
had smashed her furniture and photos and art work and dumped it all.
She had salvaged some of her clothes and wrapped them in a blanket
that she found. This was Sunday and for three days she had been on
the street with no food, no identity, no money, no way to bathe and no
solutions in sight. On Saturday her large bundle of clothing had been
stolen while she went into the filthy restroom at the park. She no
longer had insurance as she had quit her job in R&D at a large
aerospace firm here a year before because they were doing so well
that her significant other had just wanted her to stay home and be a
housewife, and she had just discovered since getting sick that his
company insurance didnt cover her. She was awaiting the processing
of her Social Security claim to be able to start any treatments.
Meanwhile, she was thinking that life wasnt worth living and trying to
figure out how to end it that night in the park. As my mind was running
through a list of Christian ladies that I could call to provide some
shelter and comfort for Julie, she finished her story and drifted into
silence.
We sat for several minutes before she said, Im sorry. I shouldnt have
dumped all that on you.
With a smile of inspiration and remembering Dons face as he spoke
about the family of God this morning, I said, Just this morning our
pastor observed that when you share your joy it is doubled, but when
you share your problems they are halved. I saw the first smile that I
had seen on Julies face. From that point, our conversation was quiet
and slow and brief.
Children?
Three?
Where do they live?
Idaho
Think of going there?
I dont want to be a burden.
Anywhere else? Anyone?
My mother lives in Tucson.
And?
She would let me live with her even though she was upset at me for
being with
Why not?
I cant get there.
To Tucson? Thats not far.
It costs sixteen bucks for a bus ticket.
Does the bus run on Sunday evenings?
Every hour.
Lets go.
Really?
Yes
She just stared at me as I stood up. Then she stood up and began
crying again, but differently, Jack, youre not real are you? Youre a
guardian angel.
No I smiled. Im just a Christian who has been helped by others when
I was down.
I opened the door for her and we got in my truck and drove to the bus
station. I had to buy the ticket as she had no I.D. She did ask for $4;
one to call a friend for a ride when she got to Tucson, and $3 to get a
pack of cigarettes. I know, I know, but this wasnt the time for that
lecture. I gave her a few dollars more in case she needed to eat again
and just so her pocket wouldnt be empty.
Write down your name and address and when I get a job, Ill pay you
back. she insisted.
No. When you get on your feet, find someone who is hurting and help
her. That will repay me. I instructed.
Why are you doing this? she asked, as she looked me in the eye.
We sat there on the bench and I quietly shared the gospel of Jesus
Christ with Julie as we waited for the bus. She listened to every word,
her eyes piercing my heart as she took in the story and thought how it
was impacting her this day.
Ill pray for you. I said as we clasped hands and she turned to the bus
with tears again rolling down her face but with a smile now.
On the drive home, I pressed the button on the CD player and cried as I
listened as the pure female voice began singing:
My JESUS, My SAVIOR, LORD there is none like you.
All of my days I want to praise the wonders of your mighty love.
My COMFORT, My Shelter, Tower of refuge and strength,
Let every breath, All that I am Never cease to worship you
Shout to the LORD, All the earth let us sing!
Power and majesty, Praise to the King!
Mountains bow down, And the seas will roar at the sound of your name.
I sing for joy at the work of your hands!
Forever I'll love you!