Okay, so this is a snippet I came up with a few nights ago. In my head, it was a brilliant snippet idea, but when I wrote it, it was like, not as brilliant. So I hope it’s not weird or too confusing and I hope y’all like it! (If it’s too confusing, comment and I’ll make another post explaining it!)
~Willow

Read: Luke 25-37 and Luke 9:58.

“Jesus replied, ‘Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.’” Luke 9:58 NIV

Red light.

A man stood at the intersection beside the overpass. Nobody had seen him before, but he knew who they all were. He’d seen them all, many many times before.

Tangled hair. Grimy face. Ragged clothes. Holes in shoes. Beside him was a backpack. Dirty, just like the man. He held no sign, just watched the people in their cars avoiding eye-contact and determinedly focusing on the traffic lights as if it cost them their life.

Green light.

Immediately, the cars started forward, their drivers breathing a sigh of relief that they wouldn’t have to sit in that awkward spot anymore. Thankful that they didn’t have to lie about not having cash to give up.

Yellow light.

The man sat down as some cars slowed while others pulled to a stop at the white line. He crossed his legs, and watched the person in the car at the front, right beside him. A middle-aged woman. Her piercing blue eyes shot to the man, but immediately returned to the phone in her hand. Her gaze kept bouncing, back and forth, back and forth between the blue screen and the stranger sitting at the intersection. Finally, she put her phone away, but just as she’d started to roll down her window—

Green light.

She zoomed away, and the man heard her—even though she was down the road with her window rolled up—sigh, “Thank god.” Even though she wasn’t thanking the true God.

The man watched, waiting for the next car to pull up at the white line. He murmured, “Foxes have dens, and birds have nests…but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.”

Red light.

A car pulled to a jerky stop at the line. The man peered into the window from his low spot on the curb. A man sat inside. Two children in the backseat, both crying, their faces red. The man himself had a panicked face, a tear streaked on his cheek. His phone was held to his ear and he was talking in a rushed, nervous voice to whomever was on the other end. He glanced at the man on the side of the road, but shook his head and his car shot down the road with a screech, despite the red light.

Still a red light. The car behind the middle-aged man’s pulled up slowly. Inside was a young, teenage girl. She had a curious look on her face as she observed the man sitting on the curb. Tilting her head, she reached over to the passenger seat where she grabbed her wallet. She opened it. Pulled out a handful of ten dollar bills. But before she could roll down her window and hand it to the man, the light turned green.

Green light.

Glancing up, surprised, she frowned. A shadow passed across her face. But she didn’t toss her money back into the seat or drive away. She put the car in ‘park’, opened the door, and stepped out of her car.

Horns honked behind her, loud and disturbing.

She walked over to the man, money in her hand and knelt down beside him. “Here,” she whispered softly. “I hope this helps.”

She asked him if he needed anything and the man, smiling a toothless smile, shook his head but gave her hand a squeeze. He told her that she should probably get back in her car, the other drivers would be mad.

Slowly nodding, the girl looked back at the cars, where a couple drivers had passed around her parked vehicle impatiently. But the girl ignored the angry yells and honking from the annoyed drivers.

After she spoke with the man for a few minutes, she stepped back into her car, and with a smile and a wave, drove away.

And the man, who watched the girl drive away, stood up and walked under the overpass where he disappeared. The girl never saw him again, but when she parked her car at home, she found those same four bills in her wallet, despite having handed them to the man.

You wonder who the man was, don’t you? Well. I bet you know who He was.