“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.” — James 5:16
Early last Friday morning, I went to Jerry’s Donuts to grab a glazed cake donut (not as good as they were before the ownership transition a few years ago, but still above average). A guy in his late twenties was casually loitering in the parking lot, a duffel bag at his feet and wrinkled
clothes that looked slept-in. He didn’t give me a chance to hurry past before he made contact.
“Excuse me, sir, could you buy me a coffee and a chocolate donut?”
My internal reaction was terse and rather un-Christ-like. It’s probably a good thing I was wearing my COVID mask, so he couldn’t see the disapproving scowl on my face. But I nodded “yes” without saying a word.
Once inside, the typical thoughts ran through my mind: this guy looks healthy, certainly not helpless, what’s he doing accosting strangers and begging for breakfast? I wanted answers.
As I handed the man his coffee and donut, I introduced myself, “My name is Tim.”
“I’m Chris, thank you so much.”