“Hey! How are yo’ doin’?” That’s how we started the pleasantry to a homeless man. In the middle of what they called a “courtyard.”
He was not in a court defending himself against those who judge him. He was in the yard sharing. He shared the jewels of life he found along his journey as a homeless.
Off three strangers, newly met, became friends and discussed life. And, we began to walk together as brothers. Not minding of time or the crap of a dove that fell on us.
Many would judge and have been judging. Many would call us crazy men. But, if we aren’t crazy about what we heard from Jesus, who would dare to befriend a homeless man?
Isn’t the story familiar? Like the story of two disciples on the road to Emmaus? Although, there was no breaking of the bread and drinking of wine. A deacon and a seminarian talking to a homeless man, sharing faith and wisdom.
Not running away but going towards. Not judging but listening. Not indifference but solidarity.
Isn’t it a Eucharistic encounter? A revelation of God in the meeting of three different lives. A breaking of lives to be thankful of that has been given by God.
Indeed, our hearts burned within us. Our hearts ignited of the communion we had. For we are homeless until we find God.
“Thank you.” Was the parting words we had.