Archive for July, 2011

“It’s just another day for you and me in paradise…”

July 11, 2011

I haven’t blogged since the end of March, mostly because I have been too busy with life. I haven’t taken the time to sit down and breathe, to contemplate and reflect on everything that has been going.

As I stated last time, I work at a hotel in downtown Nashville. The job isn’t bad, but it isn’t what I went to school for either. My undergrad degree is in Theology and the Master’s degree that I am working on is in divinity. I want to teach and talk about my faith, to talk and write about what I see God doing in the world and give hope to people who lack enough to even make it through the day.

It is this desire that has lead me to become somewhat disenchanted with my job at the hotel. Again, it isn’t a bad job, it just isn’t what I went to school for. Recently, however, a brief conversation left a memorable impression on me concerning my current place of employment.

One of the things my job includes is security of the hotel, and so, I routinely patrol the hotel property. On occasion, I have to ask homeless people to leave the property for loitering, panhandling, or being disruptive. This has more than once tugged on my heart’s strings; I feel a tremendous amount of guilt as a Christian in having homeless people arrested for having nowhere to go. Sometimes, the Police are very necessary when dealing with a homeless person, such as someone who may hurt themselves or someone else, but more often than not, I have to call the Police on someone who just wants to use the bathroom or get a drink of water. That bothers me.

So, about a week ago, early in the evening around 6pm, I walk out the front doors of the hotel and find that it is raining. Sitting calmly and quietly under the hotel sign was a man who was obviously homeless; his clothing and hair that lead me to that conclusion. I decided not to say anything to him, after all, he wasn’t bothering anyone and he just wanted shelter from the rain.

As I began to turn around and walk inside, he spoke to me. “Hello, sir. How are you?” he asked. His voice was sincere and genuine, something I haven’t encountered often when I might have to call the Police. I responded that I was doing well, and asked him in kind how he was doing. Again full of sincerity, he gave his retort, “I’m doing well, thank you for asking. I don’t mean to be any trouble, I just wanted to get out of the rain. I promise I won’t bother anyone.”

I was moved by how humble this man was; I couldn’t help by find myself wanting to talk to him more. We talked for a couple minutes about the rain, which eventually moved to the weather in general and about how hot it was.

He then said something that hit me right at the core of my being. “Well, at least you’re in an air conditioned building, wearing a nice suit. You look like you’re doing well for yourself, for a man of your age.”

I immediately felt convicted that I had ever complained about my job, my responsibilities at work, or the pay I make. I’ve begun to think that I am blessed in a way that many people aren’t right now. I have a job that pays my bills. I have food to eat and a roof over my head. That should be enough.

Sometimes it just helps to have someone say something to help but things in perspective, regardless of where that spoken word comes from. Thank you, sir, your words helped put things in perspective.

Hebrews 13:2