The melee between two demonstrating groups had thrown the bumper-to-bumper traffic into a grinding halt. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and Bevin’s stomach was growling.
“What a nonsense fighting on the street.” He said as he jumped out of the bus and walked along the stagnated traffic. He walked with those who preferred to walk than to stay and be confined in the bus. "Who knows when the traffic would get cleared?” Bevin said to himself. Besides, shredding some flab as a result of walking was not a bad idea.
The growling in his stomach competed with the honking of horns of impatient drivers. Desperately waiting, some people popped up their heads out of the window of their cars as though wanting to come out of their skin and join the walking crowd. The heavens spread white clouds in the sky creating a protective shield against merciless ultraviolet rays that had been beating down on the people below.
Catching his breath, Bevin saw the golden "M" logo of his favorite hamburger hangout that was attached to an electric post. It said, “100 meters ahead.” He walked faster as if someone had put a spring in his feet. Hungry people marched with gravitation towards the McDonalds’ main door. Like the rest, Bevin quickly placed himself behind the shortest of the four queues. The lady behind the counter looked diminutive and he felt she was a thousand-light-years away from him. His stomach growled louder than that of an elephant's "trumpet."
Finally, he got his order: one bigmac, one large coke with lots of ice, one large French fries and a bowl of ice cream with caramel toppings. He floated toward a table located by a wide window. A young couple just finished eating there and a male crew was busing it. He was so hungry that he could gobble up all the food in front of him in seconds. He took his seat and looked at his watch. He got 45 minutes more before he could catch another bus to his Mexican student's house where Bevin was teaching him English.
He finished praying for his food but before he said, "Amen", a baritone voice interrupted him. He looked up and saw a towering man that had the appearance of a biker with a bandana on his head, tight black sleeveless T-shirt, tight fitting blue jeans and a black-leather boots, not to mention his earrings and tattooed arms.
"Do you mind if I'd join you?" the man asked him.
"Sure! Please have a seat." Bevin said with full courtesy not because he was afraid of him but because he knew the dining area was packed with people and everyone was expected to share tables.
"Thanks!" the man said smiling and sat on the empty chair across the table. “By the way, my name is Jerry.”
"Nice to meet you, Jerry. I’m Bevin." He looked out the window and saw the traffic still immobile.
Both men ate with religiosity relishing every bite of food as it went down their throats.
In the middle of his meal, Bevin's Mexican student called him on his cell phone telling him not to come, as he had to attend to an emergency. He apologized after knowing that Bevin was on his way to his house.
"Okay then. But make sure you submit your homework next week." Bevin said with concern. He hung up the phone and then wondered, "Hmm. Now what to do in the next 2 hours?"
Bevin was sensing a Divine appointment as he discreetly observed Jerry munching his food. He slipped away into his inner thoughts trying to figure out in his head how to engage Jerry into a life-saving tête-à-tête in the midst of the buzzling-dining place.
“Jerry, if you are not going anywhere in the next 2 hours, can I buy you a cup of coffee and some dessert?” Bevin started. “It might take a while before the traffic starts moving.”
Jerry didn’t look puzzled and seemed to like the generous offer. “Well, okay, thanks!”
Bevin’s testimony moved Jerry’s heart. Their conversation was music to the ears of countless angels camouflaged as human beings in the dining area. As he led him to the sinner's prayer, an angel sighed and told another angel, "What an ethereal sight!" A couple of disgusted demons flapped their wings and disappeared into spiritual darkness.
Clasping Bevin’s shoulder, Jerry said, “Thanks for introducing me to Jesus. I’ll come to your Bible Study group tomorrow at the park.”
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