I am on a trip. It began with heading to Seattle:
So, I left yesterday afternoon, right after I found out America was closed. I took a shuttle from Bellingham to Seattle with the most talkative bus driver. I’ve ridden on his shuttle before, I remember his name and his face and the amount he talked over the loudspeaker. He get’s on his little walkie talkie thing and just…. Talks…. Some of the information he gives is relevant, some of it he is required to share for safety purposes, and some of it is him rambling on.
I got off there and headed to a train that takes me into Seattle. I asked someone for help as I was totally lost and turns out he was headed in the same direction and the train was still half a mile down through the parking garage, so we got to know each other pretty well.
He asked me where I was from and I said, “Uhhh…. Canada?” That was the first time I referred to myself as “from Canada.” It was weird, but I guess there’s a first for everything. I can’t tell if that means it’s time for me to move or I’m just embracing where I am at these days?
I took this train into Seattle which is basically the cleanest city I’ve ever seen in my life. Even the dirty towns were spotless and shiny. I ended up getting off at the last stop, then searching the streets for a bus stop. There were, like, 7 bus stops on this one block, it was ridiculous. I kept asking people for help with directions but no one knew where I was trying to go.
I ended up finding my bus stop, except there was my bus stop and then a bus stop in the middle of the road. What does that even mean?! I wanted to ask another person for help but I was only surrounded by men wearing baggy hoodies and smoking pot in this dark corner and yelling swear words and the N-word at each other. I kept looking around hoping to find a woman walking by that I could ask. Women are way less scary than men.
I decided I shouldn’t stereotype people. Maybe these guys were really nice. I walked up and said, “Sorry, excuse me? Do you know if busses come to this stop or do I need to be in that stop in the middle of the road?” The man looked me up and down with this stare like, “Who do you think you are to talk to me?” It was terrifying, so I smiled at him.
He walked over and said, “If it’s not on the sign it won’t be here.” Looking at me as if I was the dumbest person in the world for not knowing the fundamental rules to public transit.
I asked again if the bus would come to this stop or if I had to be in the middle of the road and he helped me figure out where I was going. It wasn’t so bad.
I stood there waiting for my bus (which never came. My friend had to come pick me up.) and these guys kept yelling at each other, swearing and smoking pot, and coughing so much like they’d never smoked before but they thought they were super cool. It wasn’t one person, it was, like, all of them, just coughing away.
At one point a car full of guys pulled up by me, and they started yelling to the guys behind me. My stereotypes, imagination, and television shows told me that I should fear a drive by as the city is filled with hoodlums and gangsters and I was on the wrong side of the street.
So these guys pull up and they’re yelling somebody’s name and this guy walks up behind me to the car and hands the passenger an iPod. He called the guy the N-word mumbled some slang and said, “Here you go, go eat a flapjack.”
Um, what?
I like that I was basically foreseeing my death as I was surrounding myself with people the world describes as dangerous, and he tells his buddy to “go eat a flapjack.” Now, maybe I’m just ignorant and “eating a flapjack” actually means “go f- yourself.” But as far as I can tell, this fella’s biggest crime was loving breakfast. But we are engrained to fear for our lives when people that look a certain way surround us.
I went on this trip to Vancouver last weekend where I led a team as they served in the Downtown Eastside. The DTES is filled with people who are described as criminals, worthless, scary, junkies. I’ve heard stories of people locking their doors as they drive down hastings and mothers telling their children to close their eyes while they drive by all the people.
These people are treated like animals, they are stripped of their dignity because we are scared of anyone who is genuine enough to share their struggles on the outside. I might not agree with everything someone does, but something I am learning is that as a Christian God calls me to show people dignity.
He calls me to love. What does that mean exactly? We all have these different ideas of what is’t like to love someone. For some it means shouting at someone that they are going to hell to “make them aware of their need for repentance.” For some it means accepting everything a person chooses to do, supporting them in those choices, and defending their resistance to change as an inability to change.
I think loving someone means treating them with dignity regardless of the choices they make, the demons they are slaves to, or their grumpy attitudes on dreary mornings.
Whether I agree with your choices or not, I am called to love you, to treat you with dignity, and to serve you the way Jesus did to those around him. That’s the big thing about Jesus though, hey? It wasn’t that he ignored their sins, he didn’t approve their sins, he told them to “sin no more.” But regardless of their stage in life, their past choices or current struggles, he treated them with dignity. He spoke to women, he touched lepers, he smelled the smelly. Who someone was or what they had done did not alter the way he treated them. He continued to speak truth, to love them, to show them respect and dignity, to see their value hiding under rugged exteriors. And that is what we are called to as well. To love the soft turtle skin under the rock hard shell.
You, as a person, are more important to Jesus than your actions. It doesn’t give you a free pass to do whatever the heck you want, you are called to more. But regardless of where you are at in your walk, you are valued, you deserve dignity and respect, you deserve love. My money and health do not place me above you. My heart places me at the same level as you. We are equal, so let’s treat each other with the love that comes out of that truth.