They are everywhere...

I grow to belief, that in any city, in any part of this world, there is always at least one person that carries the light. I am positive, that we all have a spark of light in us, but there are everywhere, where I have been so far someone, who doesn't only have this spark, but actually managed to take care of it so it could grown and shine for us in the dark, so to say.
I don't even know his name, it could be anything, I forgot it again and again but his eyes are clear like a child's eyes and his words are living, they are messengers of hope, of love, of life, of God. Whenever I talk to him I walk away inspired. Everytime. His way of looking into things, of trying to acquire knowledge, than try to understand and then ask for wisdom, as it says in the proverbs, is full of love and care and it reminds me of my parents, my wonderful parents.
He is the living example of practice what you preach and of course i don't know him enough to not be able to say that, because I might discover discrepancies and what not, because he is not an angel. But is that important? No. What counts is, that he inspires me. He makes me awake. And curious. I want to read the bible, because of him. Because the way he talks about it is alive, it makes sense in a non-intellectual AND an intellectual way. He is like my dad. He is inspiring, quite simply.
All this denominational stuff, all those born again Christians, those that hand out flyers, etc, as good as their intentions are, I can't buy into them. It creeps me out, to be quite honest. When somebody pushes you towards something he will push you away. That happened a little bit to me with you, too, but it's not like you tried to push me, it's just that it pushed you away that I wasn't on the same page but I don't even think thats true. It's something too personal. Inspiring conversations refuel my spirit, my love, my faith. Tiring, restricting conversations don't do it for me.
As he explained to me it does make sense that there are evangelists, who go from town to town and preach in a way that addresses the sinners. Telling us how we are sinners and lalallalala. It's not for everyone, but some people are so deep down in the shit, that only something like this will awaken the spirit to come forth. That makes sense to me. See, I am not there. I don't need that. I need the inspiring part of it.
Anyways, it s all so uncomplete, what I write here. It can't capture what I just experienced.
And Ms. Davis sat there, with her beautiful smile. She doesn't exert the spirit of accusation or blame or anything at all, although she can't move her arms at all, sits in a wheelchair all day long and lives on the street. She just smiles. Wonderful. I gave her a head scrub and tomorrow I will take her to the hair salon. She needs it more than I do. And see, when my spirit is uplifted like that, it makes me wanna overflow like that. When I am down, I still try to smile, but I would maybe have rushed by and just give her a couple of dollars. But when you are inspired and iinflamed like I was tonight, it makes you wanna give. A lot. If you know what I mean...

thank you for this wise person. Everywhere. Walking the streets, unspectacular but wide awake for children like me who come with an inquisitive and seeking mind.

Thank you God for this wonderful encounter. those clear eyes. This inspiration. And I have a way to go.