a surrender - 23

(Continuing "a surrender," chapter four, "the anawim")

Three days later I bought breakfast with the last of the money the pastor had given me. And while I walked through the foothills that day, I waited, and hoped. But I didn’t meet anyone. Lunchtime passed, then two o’clock, three, five, no one. I didn’t feel overly hungry as suppertime approached, then that passed too. Six o’clock, seven-thirty. By that time I was starting to feel a little weak, and by eight the sun was setting and I began to wonder if I could even find a place to sleep that night. I stopped at a gas station to fill my canteen with water. And gazed at the imposing mountains around me in the fading light. 

That’s when a man walked up with his dog. He had been walking his dog as he always did, he said, when he noticed me. He wondered what I was doing, where I was headed. I answered his questions, but restrained myself from mentioning my needs. Then he said, offhandedly, “I live right over there. It’s a big house. There’s plenty of room, if you need a place to stay tonight.”

I think I surprised him a little when I accepted his invitation. He showed me around his two-story house. Then he asked if I had eaten. “No,” I said, as casually as I could. The next thing I knew, he was bringing out beef stew, chicken, a huge salad, macaroni and cheese, and then he went out and came back with ice cream that he had just bought for me. We talked until midnight. And I was able to take a shower and drop into a soft bed, feeling very full and very grateful. In the middle of the night I heard rain beating heavily on the roof. I smiled and rolled over and went back to sleep. 

The next morning I was up early, thinking about our conversation the night before. The man seemed to be very lonely. He was clearly thrilled to have company. I went downstairs but he wasn’t up yet, so I wandered into the kitchen to see if I could make us some breakfast. The kitchen was a mess. There were dirty dishes everywhere, and they seemed to have been there for days. So I started washing them. That’s when I noticed that his spice rack didn’t have any spices in it. Instead, it was filled with bottles of prescription medication. I began to wonder if that kitchen was an outward sign of what was going on inside my new friend.

When the dishes were done, I found some eggs for breakfast, and the man came down. While I was cooking we started talking again and our conversation continued all morning. He had experienced great losses in his life. His two daughters had died as babies, from SIDS. Then his wife had died after a long battle with cancer. And he had come back to this house to care for his parents, when they had gotten cancer. Now they were gone too and he was alone. He felt abandoned. Not only by all the people he had loved, but also by God. I tried to assure him that God had not abandoned him, that God was with him in his pain and loneliness. I thanked him for his kindness and explained how he had rescued me. And I said I thought maybe God brought us together, as a sign to each of us, to show that God hadn’t forgotten us. He seemed to agree with that. He said he felt our talk was a message from God, a message of hope. After lunch, when he said goodbye, sending me off with a sandwich and fifteen dollars, he seemed rejuvenated. I felt rejuvenated too. For the rest of the day, it felt like I was walking two inches above the road.

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