Jesus at the Bus Station (Busted By Love)

Jesus at the Bus Station (Busted By Love)

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I was downtown last week, and to avoid the cold, I went through our local bus transit center on my way to get a cup of hot coffee. Many cities have stations like this, and they often are filled with the poor, the homeless, and lots of street kids.

Apparently, the loitering laws aren’t enforced in a public place designed for people supposedly waiting for a bus.

I’ll be honest; my first thought was, “Wow. This place is just a little bit scary.” On a bench an older guy was sitting by himself and having a conversation—with himself. There was a scraggy-looking woman with a cart full of who-knows-what, and she smelled so bad I choked.

Several rough-looking teens were glued to their cell phones listening to something, and when one of them looked up at me, I could see the hopelessness in his eyes. Another emaciated young woman, probably a meth-addict, stood staring out a window.

That’s when another thought hit me, and this one was far godlier, “I’m pretty sure Jesus would hang out here, a lot, and He wouldn’t be scared or put off by anyone.”

Those I labeled losers, Jesus labeled love.

Busted.

It’s funny how a change in my perspective brought about a significant change in my attitude. And attitude is one of the most important choices any of us can make.

In an instant I switched from concern for myself to compassion for others. The people in that transit building didn’t change, but I did.

Why?

Because I started to see the poor and the disenfranchised there as humans who are profoundly loved by the Father. Interestingly, these were the people Jesus felt the most comfortable with, and the lowly and impoverished always felt accepted by Him.

Of course, I know what the Word says about the poor. I understand our call to be generous, kind, and Christ-like. Good grief, I’ve taught about compassion for the marginalized many times.

But there’s nothing quite like a walk through a bus station, on my way to spend nearly four bucks on a cup of coffee, to force me to a profound realization.

Jesus didn’t just talk about the poor—He talked to them.

Jesus didn’t just teach about love—He loved the unlovely.

Recently, in my new favorite book, People of the Second Chance, I read this quote by the author and monk Thomas Merton, “Our job is to love others without stopping to inquire whether or not they are worthy. That is not our business. What we are asked to do is to love.”

Obviously, I still have a long way to go.

Maybe I should go on a bus.

When you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled,

the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed.

Although they cannot repay you,

you will be repaid at the

resurrection of the righteous.”

Luke 14:13-14 (NIV)

 

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13 Responses to Jesus at the Bus Station (Busted By Love)

  1. I had the opportunity to ride the bus for ~6 months last year and I loved every minute of it. Everyday I was challenged to try and talk to someone at that same stop.

    I’m hoping things work for me to hop on the ole’ STA again this year.

  2. Being in truck stops is a similar experience Kurt. Actually being on the road among drivers challenges me to have grace.

  3. It’s amazing how God can open our eyes to see things from a new, and more compassionate, perspective. I’ll definitely look up Thomas Merton’s book, too!
    Blessings, Kurt!

  4. In current society situations it IS very hard for myself personally to take that step.. while “I” know the poor & helpless & addicts are all around us…it’s just so VERY hard to not think about personal safety & emotional safety when helping others… I get defeated so quickly because there never is an absolute solution to this epidemic… but not doing anything is not a godly Christian(?) attitude/answer either..

    • Thank you for being so honest, Kelly. I know it’s fear that holds us back. I also know that not being like Jesus because of our fear isn’t the answer either. Wisdom is good (I would never want my wife to enter into a dark alley to interact with a drug addict), but love is still our call (she could talk to a homeless man at the bus station where security guards are always present). Pray for me and I’ll be praying for you. Thanks for joining the conversation.

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