the homeless saint.
the other day at my 8 Am coffee shop, here in Tallahassee, I finally saw what the new homeless guy was writing!
The local mental hospital, about once every three months, releases some "helped" inmates
out to the community and some of them end up living at the homeless Shelter, blocks away.
A couple of weeks ago, this here man appeared at the cafe and now he comes every day. He spends hours mumbling to himself and he always has a section of box-cardboard with him, and he writes on it.
the other day I read one of his cardboard squares.
here was profound, poetic, comments about Jesus and the Christian life. With a drawing of the cross on a hill.
I cannot talk to him, he talks non stop under his breath, to himself.
So today, on the way back to my apartment, i remembered the Jewish Hasidic saying about three wanna-be mystics who approached God for Illumination, to face God face to face!
the first man saw nothing, his soul was not ripe.
the second man Saw, but he went insane!
the third man saw, then Understood, he was Blessed!
Too too early. I think that this homeless man saw God too early! Shorted out his nervous system!
Thus he writes out incredible deep wisdom, but understands nothing of it and also cannot apply a bit of it to his life or to be able to help others with it!