so the story...

ok, so i'll attempt to relate the events of yesterday...
Character list:

• me
• random (possibly homeless) guy (he will be referred to as RG, for random guy...)
  
• the entire rest of the bus stop

The scene opens up with me sitting at the bus stop waiting for my bus to take me home. The time is around 13:00 and there are other students standing around waiting for their busses. I have been sitting here, since it was a semi-nice day, for about 30 minutes, if not more, when RG comes walking up...

RG: Is that a luuuv book?

me: I'm sorry?

I look up and, of course, notice his teeth. Now, we all know how big of a deal teeth are to me. I glanced, or rather intended to glance, but it turned into more of a stare. His teeth, and I use that term loosly, were on par with the stereotypical Brit. Picture the awful teeth of the British from an episode of "Family Guy."

RG: Is that a luuuv book? What is dat? Whachu readin?

me: Uhh, Pride and Prejudice

RG: What?

me: Pride and Prejudice

RG: What!?

me: (tensions mounting) Pride and Prejudice

RG: What?!

me: (thinking to myself: are you serious?) Pride and Prejudice

RG: What that mean? What's "Pride?"

At this point, I'm thinking to myself, "For real? I don't wanna talk. I just wanna read this book. Leave me alone." He doesn't. I give him my definition of pride, which he proceeds to tell me is wrong. But he doen't stop there. Oh no. He tells that dictionaries are all wrong too and that his definition, which was roughly two full minutes of speaking, was the only right answer. Then he tells me to mark the page that i was reading cause he has me flip to another completly random part of the book.

RG: (pointing to a random sentence) There. Read that part.

me: What? Read this right here?

I dont' remember what exactly I read, but he interrupted me about three to ask "what?" again. Then he stops me completely about halfway through the sentence to flip to another random page and read another random sentence. I do.

RG: Did that make sense?

me: What? No, it didn't make sense. It was two completely random sentences that have nothing to do with each other. And they weren't even complet thoughts.

RG: Exactly!

me: WHAT!

By this time the rest of the bus stop was watching this little scene that is unfolding...

At this point RG told me that it didnt' make sense because I think I speak perfect English and that I judge other people because they don't. (I think that's what he was trying to say. It was all very confusing.) He then told me that if I were to go over to some other country like Germany or something, I would still be able to understand their English, even though it wasn't perfect.
Little did he know that I had, in fact, been to Denmark for the durration of three years... So I felt the need to drop this bomb on the conversation. It kinda took him off gaurd, but didn't stop him. (You need to picture my face at this time too. I was smiling a little bit, but not as much as I wanted too. I was still trying to be polite.)

RG: Where is Denmark?

me: In Europe.

RG: Is Denmark here?

me: What?

RG: Is Denmark here?

me: As in "in this country?"

RG: Is Denamrk here?

me: No. (stop yelling at me like I'm an idiot. Go brush your teeth.)

Somehow, he turned the conversation to how I was following him because he was leading the conversation. I agreed, wanting to see where he was going.
Then outta left field...

RG: The way that you're following me, you need to follow Jesus.

There it is!

This is where my mind immediaely went to the crowd that was watching us, and I thought "oh man. I cannot even believe that they have to watch this. If I wasn't a Christian, this would kinda piss me off. Even being a Christian, it kinda pisses me off."

me: OK, I'm gonna have to stop you right there. See, I already am a Christian. When I told you I was in Denmark, I was studying the Bible. I already believe what you are trying to get me to believe. And to be honest, what you are doing right now is amazingly rude. I did not ask you to come over here and start yelling at me.

RG: (mumbling) You need to follow God... (Or it was something to that effect. He walked away)

A girl from the bus stop that had been watchign asked if I knew him. I laughed and said no. Then a guy who reminds me so much of Jon Hartsaw came over and asked me about it. We laughed and then he had to catch his bus. I sat there taken aback and laughing to myself at about what had just happened.
I kept thinking about all that had happened. First, I don't mean to rip on the guy. Well, I kinda do, just cause it really was a funny experience, but I don't mean to try to destroy who he is. I do have to give him crerdit because that takes balls to just walk up to some random guy and tell him about Jesus. That does say a lot about RG and that he must care deep down inside that people really need Jesus.
But my main thoughts went to the people watching at the bu stop. I was glad that RG had come to me, because my rejecting him isn't going to change my eternal standing. Had he walked up to another random student that didn't know Jesus, that could have very well turned him/her off to the idea. Plus, not to judge this guy, but he was most likely not college educated, and I would be surprised if he had graduated from high school. Not that college students are on some high plateau above those who aren't, but when you come to a place of education and try to argue logically with someone who has more education than you, it's not gonna end up well...
So what do I draw from this, other than a good laugh? I don't know. I know I will never be that guy who walks up to strangers and tells them they need Jesus. Sometimes I wish i had the balls to do that, but then I think about it, and I'm really ok with that. I would much rather get to know a person and build a relationship before assessing their needs and shortcomings.
So yeah, I guess that's where the story ends. I'm sure it'll be with me for a while...