Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Glance




Today I saw another homeless person, huddled in an old beat-up car with his sleeping dog. It took me back to four years ago, when I exchanged a glance with a weather beaten man traipsing up the highway. Here's a blog entry I made in April 2005 at my Macromoments blog, titled "The Glance."


While waiting for the gas station attendant to fill my tank, I pulled out a To Do list to add a note to myself. That's when I detected movement out of the corner of my eye, and glanced just in time to see a hunched-over man ambling up the road. He had the appearance of someone who'd been carrying a heavy backpack for years, someone who knew exactly when and how to shift the pain from one shoulder to another. In a strange sort of way, he seemed almost comfortable with his load.

I guessed he was around late fifties, with a face so weatherbeaten and leathery, it was hard to tell where the dirt ended and his tan began. Dressed in a tattered brown tweed coat and loose-fitting, camouflage pants, he marched to a cadence nobody else could hear. He'd wrapped a frayed scarf around his neck twice, in an attempt to ward off a strong south wind, but from his expression, it seemed the wind was winning. I wondered how many harsh winters he'd marched up other roads similar to this, on his way out of yet another town.

Gripping my pen through warm winter gloves, I felt a sudden twinge of guilt. My car was certainly warmer than any place he'd laid his head in recent days. But logic took over, and I began to reason away his pathetic situation. He has choices, like everyone else, I thought. Probably let drugs or alcohol ruin his life and lost it all.

I hated thinking such thoughts, but I didn't know where to mentally file vagabonds. Maybe he loved life on the road like the fellow in a recent newspaper interview. But what if he didn't? How was I to react to someone whose life was so distant, so out of synch with mine? Surely not like the woman in the Safeway parking lot one Thanksgiving, who plopped a raw turkey into a transient's rusty old cart, then mumbled, "Happy Holiday!"

The man glanced up to find me studying him. In the shadow of a floppy-brimmed hat, soft brown eyes stared back at me. This stranger with the hurried, hunched gait paused at my door to tip his hat and smile. It was like a scene straight out of an old western movie.

I smiled back. And you know what? For a quick moment, I felt a human connection that made me hold his glance a few seconds longer.

Then I looked away, mostly so he wouldn't see my tears. Dear Lord, this was somebody's baby boy! I didn't know whether I was praying or pitying him, but I know one thing: God felt very near.

Hadn't this transient entered the world kicking and squealing for attention? Hadn't someone wrapped him in a cozy blanket and welcomed him into their family? Didn't they cuddle him and coax him to speak his first word? Who was there to cheer him on as he took his first wobbly step? Did he have brothers? Sisters? Parents who loved viewing the world through his dancing brown eyes? Maybe...or maybe not.

God gazed at me through the eyes of that passing stranger, to pierce my apathetic heart. A single glance on a windy afternoon rolled back the years, to remind me of another moment in time when God first declared me lost, but loved me anyway.




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6 comments:

Achim "Chef Keem" Thiemermann said...

I want to leave a comment but don't know what to write. I'm deeply touched by the story and your words. Let's leave it like that. Thank you, Bonnie.

clouda9 said...

Beautiful story, you are the bestest...my goosebumps will just NOT subside! PS Please add a Follower's Widget to your blog so I can keep up on what you are writing here. Thanks.

sittonbull said...

Saw this on Chef Keem's tweet! Mercy... There but for fortune... go you... and I. Beautiful and touching way of pointing out that we "all" stand in "the lineup"... in need of God's Amazing Grace! Don't know about others, but that tends to wander in... linger a while...and then wander back out of my mind! Thanks for nudging it back in!

Teddi14 said...

What a touching story. Your writing is so descriptive. I too felt guilty just this past weekend when our temperatures got down to a record low of -19. I thought about all the homeless people with no where to go to get warm. Then my furnace went out for 11 hours and I was the one with my coat and hat on in my house trying to keep myself and my family warm. Circumstances can make ANYONE homeless. Most of us are just a paycheck away.

I agree with clouda9 about adding a followers widget. Thanks Chef Keem for Tweeting this blog.

Seedplanter said...

...and I'm touched by suddenly finding comments waiting for me. Thank you all for the feedback.

Situations like this happen every day. Life is very fragile and much too short, but that single glance changed the way I view people. Each of us were newborns once. All that has changed is our size and our sense of independence.

*I'll see about getting a follow button on here. Thx for the reminder.

MiMi said...

Have you noticed how a lot of downtrodden folks still have love in their eyes? Do you think it's because they learned that most people really are kind, loving and helpful? ...I wonder.

Thirding The Follower's Widget. Must Follow. Love your writing!