Today . . .
I could barely read their tag . . . Minnesota . . . far north . . . they must have brought the cold with them . . . now they were down here, out where they didn't belong . . . down and out . . . "down on their luck" and definitely "out" in terms of my "up and in" neighborhood . . . down and out . . . I knew it by the car they were driving (they were parked in the middle of the driveway at an angle that looked as if the car had broken down) . . . I knew it by the shoes they wore, by their dirty, ragged clothes, by the woman's stringy hair hanging down; they looked like they were living out of their car . . . I could see only the man's feet down beneath the jalopy on the opposite side . . . I caught a glimpse of a sleepy child's head hanging down in the back seat . . . poor kid . . . down and out alright . . . my first thought was "they're probably migrant criminals" . . . poor kid . . . my suspicions intensified as the woman got up and came inside to ask the clerk for change . . . "I need change to make a call" . . . her voice was hoarse and harsh, further confirmation of a rough life . . . "You need change alright . . . can't even afford a cell phone" . . . Most certainly they were down and out . . . poor kid . . .
I have that problem, you see: a propensity to judge before love, a propensity to condescend, a propensity to distrust those who look down and out, to judge their motives, their history, the reasons for their beggarly appearance and coarse demeanor and to ask, "What are those down-and-outers doing here?" . . . poor kid . .
Yesterday . . .
three down-and-outers . . . husband, wife, and sleeping child . . . dirty from travel . . . no place to go, no place to stay . . . just that old barn . . . definitely not from around here . . . don't belong here . . . must be something wrong with them . . . must've brought the cold with them . . . what are they doing here, just down and out no doubt . . . poor kid . . . poor kid . . . "
Forever . . .
Down and Out . . . Down from Heaven, and Out in the Flesh, Down and Out to this down-and-out world so that real down-and-outers like me could be Up and In. . . . Poor Child . . . .
Poor Child of Unsearchable Riches . . .
"Unto you is born, this day, in the City of David, a Savior who is Christ the Lord. . . For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ that, though He was rich, for your sakes He became poor that you, through His poverty, might be made rich."