Godís Heart for the Poor
March 2005

I was about 27 years old,
Still in the Navy,
and I was driving across the country,
to some Navy base or other.
stopped in at this truck stop for dinner.

Business was slow,
only 3 or 4 other customers in there,
and I sat down and ordered a dinner.
The waitress brought it over,
and Iím eating my dinner, sitting by myself.

Then this guy came over to my table,
and said, Do you mind if I sit down.
I looked at him, he was about my size, and sort of raggedy looking,
with old clothes and several days beard.

He was probably in his late twenties,
but he looked about 45.
Heíd obviously led a hard life.

Now its not too often that youíll be sitting in a restaurant eating by yourself,
and a stranger asks if he can sit down with you.
So I didnít know what to make of it,
but I said,
sure, if you want to you can sit here.

So he sat down across from me.
And I said a couple conversational things,
where you from, and howís the weather,
and those kind of things.
But he wasnít very talkative,
and Iím not either,
so it was mostly pretty quiet.
He just sat and watched me eat for about 5 minutes.
Then finally he said,
I donít have any money,
would you mind buying me something to eat?

Now believe it or not,
up to that point,
I hadnít figured out that thatís why he sat down with me.

He was hungry.
Looking at him, I should have figured it out,
but sometimes Iím pretty slow.

So I said,
sure, Iíll buy you something.

About that time the waitress came by,
and she asked me, is this guy bothering you.
It was obvious she was getting ready to boot him out of there.

And I said,
no, heís OK, Iím going to buy him some dinner.
I told the guy to go ahead and order something,
and he did,
and despite a couple more attempts at conversation,
we both just sat there and ate and didnít say much,
and I paid for the meal,
and he thanked me, and took off,
and I got back in my car and drove off.

You know, sometimes Iím so slow,
it wasnít until years later that I remembered that incidence,
and realized,
I knew who that man was.
I knew his name.

His name was Jesus.
His name was Jesus.
Oh, I donít know what he called himself,
or what his mother named him,
but in a very real way, when he came to me,
he was being Jesus.

You say, Ken what are you talking about,
have you lost your mind.
Next youíre going to say you saw Elvis.

St. Francis of Assisi said Jesus comes to us through the poor and the oppressed.

He thought that the poor and the oppressed are actually sacramental; in other words, theyíre like baptism or communion,
that Jesus uses them to come to us,

Not that in themselves
they are particularly holy, but Jesus comes to us through the poor and the oppressed.

Now we may not agree with that,
it might not fit into our theology,
but Why would Frances of Assisi say that?

One reason is Because of Matthew 25:31-40
31 "When the Son of Man comes