Monday Morning Snowfall
I picked up a hooker this morning. Not that I intended too, but she was trudging through the snow carrying an empty gas can, and I figured she might need a ride. It is so easy to just drive on past these people in the rush of our hustle-bustle world, but this morning I actually had some pad in my schedule. So I offered her a lift, and quickly discovered that she was not your normal citizen-in-need.
Her literary ability tipped me off. She had this amazing capacity for sexual innuendo in casual convesation that would have put the best of my junior-high buddies to shame.
"So where you from?"Wow. How do you respond that that?
"California. I've lived here in the city for a long time now, but I can still blow like nobody's business, you know what I mean?" (grin and wink)
Back in the day, she certainly would have turned heads, but now, nearing 50, she reminded me of an old running shoe - after many miles she just looked worn. She was missing a front tooth. She was hard to understand. She may have been a little stoned. She was definitely surprised that a white guy picked her up.
In the midst of all this, I kind of froze. I mean, what do you say to someone like this? I gave her a ride to the station, helped her fill her can with kerosene. She had no idea how to work the pump - she was doing this for her elderly neighbor who needed it to heat her house. And her biggest gripe was that "none of her people would give her the time of day."
I gave her a few minutes of mine, but not much more. How do you meaningfully share anything with someone in 10 minutes, when you will never see them again in your life. Do you jump right to the gospel? Do you smile and nod? How would Jesus love this person?
I'm afraid I don't have any answers here, just lots of questions.
The one thing I do know is that we as Christians need to learn how to love people like this, because if we believe what God says about us, we're a lot more like her than we are like him (cf. the Wedding Dress post). We are whores, and yet God is willing to embrace us if we are willing to embrace Christ.
Its kind of ironic to see a black prostitute walking off in the white snow.
Sometimes its nice to have a bit of perspective to start the week...