The Day I Drove Past Jesus

This was originally posted on an old blog of mine on July 31, 2008. It’s copied again here in its entirety as part of a series on the homeless. It is very hard for me to re-post this without edits, as it reveals a dark and judgmental heart. I can’t believe how honest I was the first time I posted this, but I’m trying to be inspired by my 2008, apparently courageous self. 

If you haven’t yet read my post about Jesus walking up to my car, I would like to pause and ask you to do so first.  I know that it’s kind of a long post, but that’s because it’s kind of important to me.  I hope you don’t mind the time investment.  This post is meant as a sequel to that one and I think it just makes sense to read them in order.  I’ll try to keep this one significantly shorter to make up for the other one.  🙂

So Jesus walked up to my car in Miami a little less than a year ago.  He was a filthy, possibly drunk, homeless man, but I already told you about that.  What I didn’t tell you about was that roughly a month ago, Jesus was in San Antonio and He was a lesbian beggar.  Let me back up a little.

After insulting Jesus in Miami, I had a serious change of heart.  That moment affected me in ways I can’t even begin to explain, even though I attempted to in the post.  (I’m still not happy with how I told it.)  Anyway, I decided that the best thing to do would be to get gift cards to Subway and hand them out.  If they’re really hungry, they can eat.  And as a bonus, it really was pretty healthy food.  Some hobos appreciated it and asked God to bless me while some refused it completely.  That’s okay.

Fast forward to San Antonio.  I really just didn’t expect to see homeless people here; I don’t know why.  I guess I associated them with Miami and thought things would be peachy here.  I mean – this is Texas, after all.  So, I have not kept up with my Subway gift cards, nor have I paid any attention to homeless people at all.

Therefore, at the intersection of Huebner and Babcock, when I saw a rather masculine-looking bum with a buzz cut, camo pants, and breasts, I did not have the upwelling of compassion I had become accustomed to in Miami.  Here was my actual thought process as I approached the intersection: “Is he holding a sign?  Wonder if he’s creative or if it’s the same as all the others.  Wait… no way is that a chick?  Ha – it’s a lesbian.  Weird.  I’ve never seen a gay homeless girl.”  And I turned the corner without another thought.  Until later, of course.  Not only did I dismiss her because she was homeless, but I also dismissed her because she was [probably] gay.

I could say a lot here, but I’m going to save it for a later post.  I just want to end with two questions and a reminder.

1.  Since when did God sanction a feeling of superiority among His followers?
2.  When is God ever pleased when we devalue His precious creation?

“For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you.”

~Matthew 7:2

More soon.


(This post is part of a series on the Homeless, and how Jesus has been revealing my heart to me through them everywhere I’ve lived for years. To read all posts in this series, click here.)


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