We have been 'on the road' for this past week, blessed to have "places to go and people to see" but it is VERY okay to sit still.
When I sit still, I ponder...which sometimes turns into a meandering.
Actually, it is something that I have 'felt' all thru this past weekend since I wrote my last blog.
The one about William Vincent David Montada.
ALL the folk that I have met and been in 'ministry with' thru so many years have touched me but, for some reason, Vincent is one of those that just keeps nudging me.
It has been heightened by this last call when the social worker said that Vincent said I was his 'friend' and had invited him to spend Christmas with me.
This is not true....at least, the part about an invitation.....he also said other things that were not true but many that were true so in wading thru it, I simply said what I have believed from the get-go which is that he was not malicious but misguided so I supported anything that got him someplace warm and safe.
Not a BAD answer since, as you read in the last blog, that social worker agreed and said our conversation was enough to get him a ticket to Florida.
I hope that happened. I hope he is there now.
But, I do not know.
And it means he would have traveled on Christmas from one home-less place to another.
Because he is homeless.
And I did not offer him a home.
All sorts of reasons, of course.
It is not true that I invited him for Christmas. He was in New Jersey and we are in Michigan.
We were not even home on Christmas as we were at our son's church/home. We bought him one bus ticket that really got him nowhere fast!
BUT, I did say in the blog I wrote the day I met him that we were, in that moment, "amigos"...there WAS some kind of 'connection'...I gave him my name and number...
...so he lingers in my mind and heart.
He lingers there as I again hear the Christmas story of a shelter-less man and a pregnant woman looking for a place to stay for Christmas and no one offering them that place.
I feel like all those people who did NOT offer their home.
Because I AM one of those people.
I wonder what would have been different if I had said, "Sure, he's my friend. Here's his ticket. Tell him we will be at the bus station!"
We will never know cuz' that is not what I did.
In this Christmas story, I was not the innkeeper.
Hmmmm.
So, my choice leaves me meandering about William Vincent David Montada.
As I sit at home in my jammies with the fireplace on
EVER so grateful to be where I am right now...
...praying he is safe and warm....
praying he found an inn.
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