The blessing at the bus stop

His clothes weren't very clean. He walked with a pronounced limp. He wore a lot of years on  his face, but I couldn't really tell how old he was.

He approached the small group of women waiting at the bus stop, including me. When he was within a few feet, he shouted out quite merrily, "Have a great night, ladies." The women around me stiffened a bit, looking away. "Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact", you could almost hear them muttering to themselves.

I turned to him and said, "You have a great night, too."

He stopped and said, "You know, no one ever says that to me. You made my night. Some people think the world is going to hell in a hand basket but I don't. Thank you."

I said, "I don't believe that either."

And he walked on.

The lady standing next to me smirked, and remarked, "Well, you made his night", rather sarcastically.

Perhaps none of them knew, and I really can't blame them. Hardly anyone in our world today knows. But, by the grace of God, I knew: that man was Christ in His most distressing disguise. One of the little ones of the world that Christ keeps close to His side. And He wished me a great night - a blessing at a bus stop.

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