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Unhonkable

I was driving down one of Ensenada’s main boulevards and happened to see my friend Daniel up on his sand ridge. That sand ridge is home for my homeless friend. He’s made himself a little hideaway with garbage semi-organized around it. My homeless friend’s little “home” is about 100 paces behind Ensenada’s Home Depot. How’s that for paradox?


As I saw him, I honked. But Daniel did not turn my way.

I honked again. Still, Daniel did not turn.


So I did a U-turn, went back, parked, and climbed the sand to Daniel’s holehouse. He was thrilled to see me, all smiles. “I was driving by and honked but you didn’t hear me,” I mentioned to my friend.


His next words still hurt.


“Oh, I heard was honking, but since no one ever honks at me, I didn’t turn around.”

No one ever honks at Daniel. The sad reality is that people like Daniel are only a nobody to just about everybody. Most only would see him as an invisible lowlife.


Ah, if not but for the grace of God, I too could be as invisible as unhonked Daniel.

I will keep honking, and stopping, and listening and sharing Jesus.


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