Strangers

Today the characters came out in Greenville.

After a couple of hours of conversation over Italian ices and shopping, a friend and I were lingering near our cars in the parking lot before heading home for the evening. Then an old conversion van came through, driven by an unshaven, time-worn man wearing a very large, very purple cowboy hat. CCM blared out the rolled-down windows.

There was an oversized flag attached to the back part of the van, with the black and gold face of a bearded man and the words “Jesus Loves You.” Every window was covered with words written in dry-erase neon, and I had to blink a few times and walk closer to make them out. They were psalms. Warnings from Isaiah. Words of Jesus.

“Don’t go to hell!” the words pleaded. My friend and I looked at each other. We blinked again, as if to clear our vision, and glanced back at the van. As the sky grew darker, the van’s interior began to glow–neon purple–and the man took up a dance, aided by a long walking stick and an oversized red bandanna, which he jerked through the air as he undulated with the music.

I don’t know what the guy was trying to do, and I’m even less sure about the effectiveness of his evangelism techniques (I’m being polite here). At the very least, he has an outspoken testimony for Christ.

I bet he has a story to tell. If I see him again, I’m going to ask him for it. Maybe I actually have something to learn from this purple-hatted cowboy.

One comment

  1. I have often thought about the day when I stand before Jesus next to a man like that. When He asks us both what we did for Him on this Earth, I am afraid of who’s answer will be the one He desire’s in the light of heaven. Great post.

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