One flip flop, no sock, no flip flop, no sock, winter jacket, tattered blue jeans, ear muffs, a cup for change, his sign reads I am homeless, lost and need help, the flip side of his sign is his mattress stained from oils, grass, dew, dirt and a the sweat of restless nights.
His name I ask as I cross 8 lanes of highway to give him needed socks ….. shocked by my shadow unannounced, he recoils, scared, shocked, nervous but retorts with Ezekiel, I reach for his hand place a new pair of socks upon them he smiles with a question on his face but he never asks. I retrace my steps running back across the expressway as I enter my car I turn to see my prophet, he vanished, was he a figment of my imagination or was I one of his. It was a moment a curious exchange of energy between two human beings meant to meet but only for a fleeting moment…..nice to have met you Ezekiel may you walk hand in hand with the lord or maybe you were my Lord hiding behind a beggars mask, hidden in the night with only reflections of dimming lights as they zip past your frail empty shell. I know for sure God is walking among us waiting for an appropriate moment to share with the world he has seen enough of how we have destroyed what he has created. In a blink of an eye he lets us all see what it should have been like and what it is like, as he will cry as he did on the cross Luke 23:34 “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.”
Thank you, Ezekiel, you gave to me more that night than I could have ever given you.