I like coffee shops. I like people in coffee shops. I watch them in a very non-creepy way. Each of them with their different stories and I wonder what they are thinking. I wonder what they are feeling. Some are smiling, some are sad, some are odd and some are blank. So I wonder. And I write on my journal what they stories might be. Usually I start with the outside and try to read what it says about the inside. My friend is about to join me for coffee so I’ll have to cont. later.
You see, I have this friend. I think he is one of my kindred-spirits. We really could be twins separated at birth. We have that same passionate blood running in our veins. He is a really awesome dude, brilliant in every way and obnoxiously talented. I think he sweats talent! He is one of those people one can talk about anything. So we brushed up on politics, culture, languages, love and people. Just very recently we both experienced literally the same emotional agony and got together to reminisce about how that’s going to affect us as people. Who will we become because of that? Would we be stronger because of it or would we be fearful?! Yes, we try to feed our idealistic cravings at times.
We discussed many options of possible outcomes and future do’s and dont’s. I will post them in another post. I promise you will die laughing! We sure did! And yes we cried some. Yep, he is cool like that. We laughed our heads off again at the insanity of our “brilliant” alternatives.
You see my friend is not a Christian and I have never met anyone who really gets what Christianity is all about like he does. I think it’s because he has a phenomenal understanding of who he is, especially the “wild and crazy” as he calls it. He is so comfortable in his own skin. I respect that about him. He has such a strong sense of goodness in his heart. It’s so rare in most of the Christians I know. I think I have learned more about Jesus from him than most of my Christian community.
I like my friend and I am grateful for our kindred-spirits and creative spiels. Every time before we depart I tell him “I think you know Jesus. You just don’t know that you know yet”. And he replies “only you can say that and make perfect sense”. So he always leaves with a confused, pensive look saying “till we meet again”. And he can’t wait to meet again so I can tell him about the Jesus in him. And he listens and wonders. Then he writes more songs trying to verbalize what’s in the inside of him searching for the “don’t know it yet” Jesus. I can’t wait for the day when the “don’t know it yet” is here and now!!! I think he will be a fine addittion to the body of Christ.
Love you all deeply!
P.S. : To all those wondering minds, He is just a friend nothing more:). In case you are still wondering, please contact your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Thank you!
