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Friday, January 13, 2006

I've Been Thinking About Scruffy

This week I’ve been formatting and editing my current book manuscript, A Dirty Old Man Goes Bad, I’ve managed to reduce it from a cumbersome 465 pages down to 393 pages so far. – and still working on it.

I haven’t done much else this week, but for some reason recently I’ve been thinking about Scruffy:

Scruffy lived in the crawlspace under someone’s house.

The homeowner didn’t know he lived under there because Scruffy stayed quite and sneaked in and out during the dark hours making sure he was never seen.

Scruffy’s real name was Lewis but everyone called him Scruffy -- for good reason. He never bathed or changed clothes or combed his hair or shaved.

When I first met Scruffy, I worked as the night janitor at a huge church, a church which sponsored, supported and contributed to many programs to help the homeless… the homeless who didn’t happen to show up in the parking lot like Scruffy did, panhandling churchgoers and scaring the hell out of blue-haired old ladies as they got out of their cars at every service.

This behavior got Scruffy barred from the church.

Orders came down from the administration that I was not to feed Scruffy anything from the church pantry or ever give him money for drink and drugs. But he kept coming by late at night when no one else was in the buildings, so I disobeyed.

Ok. I was wrong. I am an enabler; I can live with that.

Several times I offered to drive him to a homeless shelter. He refused saying he felt more comfortable living under buildings than in them. Maybe that was his legacy from Viet Nam?

I attempted to witness to him about Christ, how Jesus came to save sinners, was crucified dead and buried, rose again from the grave, and promised to return. But Scruffy dismissed my words with, “That’s a crock of shit, John, and you know it”.

Then for a period of weeks there was no sign of Scruffy until…

Late one night there was a knock on the church door. I opened it and there stood Lewis, clean shaven, hair combed, decently dressed. He glowed.

“I got saved, John,” he said as I opened the door.

We sat in the church kitchen drinking coffee as he told me that he’d been crossing the street drunk when a car hit him breaking his leg. Fortunately a nurse and her husband in a car following saw the accident and stopped immediately to render aid.

Laying on the pavement, Lewis looked up and saw this beautiful woman leaning over him, examining his injury.

“Be still,” she said, “You’re hurt. You were nearly killed. Do you know Jesus”?

Scruffy spent a few weeks in the hospital, then joined that nurse’s church. He quit drinking and druging. He got a job with a tire company. He moved into an apartment. He talked about Jesus. He was a new creation… for a while.

A month or two passed.

Again in the wee small hours of the night when I was alone in the huge building, there was a knock on the side church door.

There stood Scruffy. Drunk. Wild eyed. Filthy. Profane. Hungry.

Again against orders, I led him back to the kitchen and gave him coffee.

“Didn’t last,” he said. “Nothing to that shit. Not really. Not for guys like me”.

He stumbled out into the night looking for another fix.

Another month or two more went by when I got word that he’d been found dead under somebody’s house. He’d been hit by another car, refused medical attention, but managed to stagger away and crawl up under a house.

The homeowner never knew he was under there till he began to rot and the smell got too bad.

The church I where I janitored paid for his burial.

So, do I think Scruffy went to Heaven?

Well, it’s by grace that any of us are saved through faith . It’s not of ourselves. It is the gift of God not of works, lest any man should boast.

Scruffy was in bad shape to start with. Then, at rock bottom, he called on Jesus to save him. He believed in his heart that Jesus is the Risen Lord and he confessed that with his own lips.

For whatever my opinion is worth, I think Jesus saved him

And Jesus has the reputation of being mighty good at what He does.

But a spiritual commitment and a physical addiction are two different things. So, in so far as I can perceive such things, Scruffy made the deepest commitment he was capable of making, but was physically defeated by his addiction.

I may be entirely wrong about such a thing, but when you get to Heaven, take a look in the crawlspace under the Throne and see if there isn’t somebody hiding under there.

His name is Lewis.


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posted by John Cowart @ 11:31 AM

11 Comments:

At 4:23 PM, Blogger judypatooote said...

Wow, what a story....Yes I believe Jesus saved him and he is up there in our beautiful Heaven....thanks for sharing that story.....

 
At 6:40 PM, Blogger Faith in Florida said...

Wow, this was such an amazing story. Thankyou for sharing...your story with us, and your time and coffee with Lewis:)

 
At 7:29 PM, Blogger jellyhead said...

Tears came to my eyes reading this. I'm so glad you showed this man some kindness.

 
At 11:12 PM, Blogger bigwhitehat said...

Some folks are going to be real surprised when they see who is in Heaven. That is of course provided that they make it there themselves.

 
At 2:32 AM, Blogger Flossy said...

That was a beautiful story and says as much about the author as the subject.
Thank you for stopping by and saying hello on my blog :)

 
At 8:45 PM, Blogger Career Guy said...

A wonderful story. You never know what will happen when you plant some seeds, whether they will fall on rich ground or stony soil, but it's important to keep sowing. btw, our cruise report is now posted. Thanks for your good wishes for our trip!

 
At 8:47 PM, Blogger Heather said...

I love this post, John. You are good people. I have always known this to be true.

 
At 9:10 PM, Blogger Darlene said...

John, I am blown away! That story is soooo good! Bless your soul for feeding someone because you blessed God by doing so. I want to know about this new book you are writing. Maybe I missed it in a blog or something. If you explain it, make sure you let me know so I don't miss the post, OK?

 
At 3:32 PM, Blogger K Jones said...

John,
Great post as usual, but I want to congratulate you on being a finalist for Most Inspirational Blog on Best of Blogs. Good luck to you.

 
At 4:45 AM, Blogger Karen said...

Wow John, I love that Jesus gave you the compassion to look after Lewis.

 
At 12:08 PM, Blogger Bound For Home said...

Awesome story and testimony!

Lewis is indeed in heaven!

with faith,
M

 

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