Posted January 18, 2016 in MH Edmonton AB:
Meeting Christ in the Poor

by Janet Bourdet.

One freezing cold day in winter, a man I had never seen before came into our soup kitchen and ate lunch. He was in a big coat, his beard was frozen, and he looked like he was in really rough shape.

When lunch was over and the others were leaving, he went and sat on the bench near the door, and he wouldn’t leave.

I let him sit there for the time being. I was vacuuming and, after a while, I said to him, "I’m going to have to ask you to leave now."

He gave me such a look that I turned off the vacuum cleaner. I was tired, and I was looking forward to tea time, to just sitting and relaxing. I really didn’t want to take on this guy. I just wanted to get the vacuuming done.

He said, "I was hit by a car."

I said, "Oh, yeah?"

He said, "It happened yesterday, and the guy who hit me didn’t stop. I just lay on the side of the road for the longest time before somebody found me."

He’d gone to the hospital, and they told him he had a broken leg and released him. He was in terrible pain.

Suddenly, it was as if a curtain was lifted, and I could see the agony he was in, partly because nobody had given a damn and partly because he was in so much pain and he couldn’t see his doctor until the next day.

Anyhow, he captured my heart; he really did.

He said, "Do you have any Tylenol?"

Now, this is not the usual thing we do. We don’t give the men any medicine, but I went and got him some Tylenol. I put the pills into little envelopes and wrote the time on one of them and gave him instructions as to when to take the others.

Then I said, "Take this one now," and I gave him some water. I tried to do like a nurse, to talk him through it.

After he took the pill, he sat there and just cried. He said, from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you so much."

Then there was this quiet moment where we were just looking at each other. And he said, "Thank you for loving me."

Well, it was just one of those moments and I think everybody who works in a soup kitchen has them. There is just no doubt that Christ was saying this to me in this person. It was Christ and he was saying, "You know, sometimes people are more important than vacuuming."

Thank God I had stopped.

He left and I never saw him again.


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