I panicked, reversed, and decided on another spot where I could avoid homeless guy.
And then it hit me.
Why? Why am I trying to avoid him?
In fact, I think I hear God telling me to BUY HIM DINNER.
So Zeke and I approach him and I ask if I can buy him dinner.
He had a gentle face.
Homeless Guy: "I'm not sure. I'm trying to decide" (Looking back I think he thought I asked if he was going to eat dinner, not if I could buy it for him)
Me: "trying to decide if you want to eat? Or decide if you want to eat here?"
Homeless Guy: "both I guess".
Me: "okay, well I'm going to buy myself some dinner. You can let me know when I come out".
So I go get my taco salad and come back out.
Me: "I'd really like to buy you dinner".
Homeless Guy: "That's okay"
Me: "Well I really think the Lord is telling me to buy you dinner, and I want to obey"
Homeless Guy: "I think that plastic thing in your son's mouth is the problem" (referring to Zeke's pacifier)
Me: "Um, okay. I'll take it out, now can I buy you dinner?"
Homeless Guy: "You're focusing on appetite and that plastic is the bigger issue. I'm okay, I had lunch".
Me: "Okay, take care"...
So there you go.
I'm not sure what to do with all that. I really thought God was telling me to buy him dinner. I didn't mean to blow the guy off when he started talking about plastic and stuff, but I was so caught off guard.
The thing is, the guy didn't seem crazy. I know the conversation sounds kinda crazy. But he wasn't. He seemed normal. He was more concerned with my son sucking on plastic than about his own belly - which may or may not have been hungry.
This guy has a story. Don't know if I'll ever know what it is, but there's a story.
What's the lesson?
I'll have to get back to you on that one.
And yes, I am thinking about Zeke sucking on plastic now....