Ok, so... despite my other odd threads, this is actually a (semi)-serious topic. I was out today at McDonalds when I saw a fellow sitting in front of the store on the storefront padio (always empty)... I've never seen him ask anyone for anything, but he looked as though he was living out his backpack.
That stated, for some reason or another I was being nagged by God throughout my entire meal... I have 500 excuses for why I don't want to do such things such random things... and much to my insanity he found 501 such reasons to do it... So in other words, I'm starting by saying this whole thing wasn't my idea, I'm still your completely failed human being and nobody better think any other way, kapeesh.
Anyways, I walked to the front and grabbed one of those minascule gift cards they offer (and one that doesn't make their recepient feel like they're being treated like a child... which is hard at McDonalds) then as I felt instructed I walked up to the man and gave him the card and told him that Jesus told me give the card...
At this point is where the interesting part starts... He scared the living c*** out of me.
What makes me feel wierd is that he didn't do anything threatening, he was every bit as kindly as he looked as well... and it wasn't a bad sort of scary either. He asked questions, he challenged me... he did things that "normal" homeless people don't do. (They normally just take what you'll give them and thank you for it after maybe saying a bit about how they got to where they are)
For starters he challenged that Jesus had actually asked me to do this...
(Well it was either Jesus, or I've completely lost it in the head and I'm having an argument with myself... and decided my alter-ego is God of the universe).
Then continued as though he was going to give the card back and asked if I wasn't the individual that needed the card more then him. (Nobody, not even normal people give you a gift back that you're willing to give them no strings attached).
Instantly after that he noted that my jacket has a pair of blue dragons embroidered into the front (my love of anime combined with my favorite warm hoodie). He actually asked me if I was the dragon, and noted the noted to me the symbolism on my Jacket... I wasn't even aware that I was wearing the jacket at the time and never really thought about any biblical symbolism it might have... nor did I attach any to it)...
Needless to say I found myself embarressed and declaring that I was not the dragon, I'm wasn't anything evil, I just wanted to do what Jesus asked me to do... because generally that was a good idea.
"Who says the dragon is evil" He replied.
Well, I've just heard it from some people... but I guess it might depend upon which religion you're in (version of Christianity... various interpetations of the Bible... I don't want to accidently step on anyone elses toes if they have a different version of understanding of scripture then me).
I never found out what he actually believed about this, or what he thought about the possible symbolism on my shirt (if he even believed it was symbolic in the end or not, he could have even believed any which way... he only caused you to question and gave few answers (even his questions were toned just right so that he wasn't actually implying which way he himself felt) ). In fact, I didn't really give him a chance too, I was so spooked I rode off like a crazy man on my bike left contemplating alot. There was just something strange about him, not something bad, but something good... and yet frightening...
I mean, why would I be frightened by something that wasn't evil? Maybe becausehe seemed to have the ability to hold up a mirror and cause me to question who I was (even though the conversation might not look like that from the outside in)... and worse yet, I couldn't logically grab a confident answer like I normally could in front of anybody else. Furthermore, something about the very aura of the individual spooked me as well... but like I said, not in an evil or dark kind of way, but something light. Almost like when you've been found out for doing something wrong, but you're happy you were found out about it... but it still scares you all the same... that kind of feeling...
So. That stated, am I officially qualified for the loony bin... or what. I feel much better now... but I had to eat three donuts and a bag of chips to get that way... I also walked around a lot just thinking about it because something about the experience just has been causing me to think alot... Anyways... yeah... there, that's my post.