Begger Man

Beggar Man

By Kevin Molloy

The culture here is different from everywhere I have ever been. What is acceptable here is not what I am used to, because it has no guilt associated with anything. In America when we do something wrong, then we know we are doing something wrong,

While it is possible to mentally disconnect the guilt mind, I suppose (it is arguable), here it is not even thought of as being necessary. Therefore, He sent me here to experience something that is new conceptually –no guilt for evil. What is life like that bears no guilt. Everything here is acceptable.

Yesterday, a beggar approached me with only one arm, and half of the other forearm. With two coins that were in his porcelain cup rattling, he clarified everything about himself. His position in life and his acceptance of his position, his daily life, and his future all were on open display.

I was a Lao why or white ghost. Surely, this “white ghost” must have money to donate to him. After all, everyone knows, foreigners (another equally detestable term to me) have lots of money, because they come from America. (just then a Lexus pulled out of an underground parking area).

It was a new experience for me. I passed the beggar and his cup speaking in Chinese what I have been told to say to beggars like this BU YO CHEN (Which is translated, as I have no money).

“You do have money,” prompted the Holy Spirit.

“Yes I do, but I do not want to support the criminal element which probably cut off the man’s arm to make the beggar seem more pitiable,” I responded. People here rent babies to make their begging seem more pitiable garnering for the crime bosses more money as well as cutting off body appendages.

“Look ahead,” said the Spirit of God.

As I looked, I saw the “ro bow” place where I sometimes buy my evening meal of pork paste all rolled up in a ball of dough and then steam cooked. Places like these are all over this city, and the food is the staple of millions as much as a favorite of mine because it tastes so good. Here cheapness is the norm among poor people. I like it because it tastes good.

I bought one for the beggar, and you should have seen the look in his eyes; surprise followed by wonder, and skepticism were all blended together. This formed a mixed countenance that surprised me. Now just giving food to a poor man would be philanthropy, but I spoke these Spirit prompted words…

Wo gay knee in way Yesu shore wo gay knee.(phonic translation: I give to you because Jesus told me to give to you.) This is what made it evangelism.

Nobody probably ever said that to him before. The angels cried holy when I gave the beggar five cents (American) worth of bread and pork paste. Maybe he will forget and maybe I will too. The heavenly video recorder will not…

Who will be my witnesses? I cannot wait until the next practical application of God’s Word and being a witness for Him.