Andy Bleyer on The Good News
Today you get a double dose of the Good News, so check out Matt Rogers entry as well. This entry is a part of an on-going blog series called The Good News, which is taking place throughout the Easter Season, from Easter to Pentecost. A full list of the contributors can be found here. Andy’s local newspaper is the Santa Monica Daily Press. Here is Andy Bleyer on the Good News.
THE GOOD NEWS
The last time I shared the good news with someone, I almost got punched in the face.
It started when an unkempt middle-aged man – clearly already a couple cocktails into the morning – staggered into our worship gathering and asked me for the microphone. Not wanting to turn away a potential prophet, I handed him the microphone and gave him the stage.
He explained that on the streets, he was called Kid Rock (which I could verify from the tattoo on his neck) and that he was sleeping behind some bushes in the park where we gather to worship. He told us he had ended up on the streets after his wife had left him and taken his life savings. Now he was working on getting back on his feet by becoming a rock star and, as proof, he left us with a stirring rendition of Patience (Guns N’ Roses not Nick Lachey).
Kid Rock would randomly show up at our worship gathering after that and each time we would get him some food and clothes and ask him when he was going to get serious about getting off the sauce. Every time he would explain that he was checking into rehab on Monday.
This went on for several months until one Sunday, after our gathering, Kid Rock approached me with his friend called Alabama (which I could verify from his Crimson Tide hat) and asked me for a couple tacos. I told him that I didn’t feel right buying him tacos while he was drinking hooch out of a 32oz Jack In The Box cup. He said he just needed help with a couple tacos. I responded that God had created him for more than drinking and eating tacos and that I really wanted to help him whenever he got serious about getting well.
But Kid Rock did not want to get well, he just wanted 2 tacos. So, he came towards me explaining that on the streets if you don’t get what you want, you take it. Fortunately for me, at the last second, Alabama jumped in between us and exclaimed, “I don’t need no fuckin’ tacos, ’cause I roll tide!” I don’t really know what that means, but it might have saved me a couple teeth.
I don’t know if I did the right thing in that situation, but I share it because I would be hard pressed to come up with a better illustration of the good news. In our Church, Kid Rock found love and acceptance, food and clothes, and heard the message that his creator had made him for more than drinking and eating a couple tacos. Take it or leave it, that’s the good news.
|Andrew Bleyer lives in Sunset park on the border of Venice and Santa Monica. He is trying to avoid getting in any more fights directly following worship and be as good of a person as his wife and son think he is. He regularly experiences good news through his brothers and sisters at Kairos.|