In a higher purpose, sometimes in more things than we see on the surface level. My night tonight was rather boring, so I took an idea a good friend started and went on a midnight adventure.
Now if you know anything about denver, perhaps you have heard or deduced yourself that colfax ave is a pretty sketchy place. And in parts I wont deny it surely is. Nevertheless, that is where my adventure tonight took place.
I longboard a lot, I find it relaxing at times, and exhilarating when needed. Every man needs something to do that at any point could go badly wrong. So I'm longboarding down the crappy sidewalk of Colfax, when I happen upon the long dead site of a crash. There's twisted remnants of fiberglass all along the side of the street, and even in the middle of the side street.
I think, "this is great(not the crash part), I can potentially save someone a lot of trouble by removing this urban flotsom from the street. So I do. I keep going. A couple times I stopped at intersections, wondering if I should keep going. I decided eventually to keep going down to Colorado Blvd.
When I got to Colorado, I saw an open convenience store, and as its getting a bit chilly here in early september, decided to go in and get a cappucino. I do so, pay the friendly indian man, use the restroom, and go on my way again.
As I'm walking back towards the intersection, I hear someone call out "austin". Now, its still weird being addresses thus, but it happens enough that I've learned to react to it. So I turn around, and see Hank, we'll call him, a guy I'm acquainted with in my building.
Hank is waiting at the bus stop, he says he's headed downtown to meet up with some people, he hopes. Now to be plain and open, I find Hank to be A Real Nice Guy. Someone who most people regard as pleasant, and very kind. All good qualities.
I wont get into exactly how a man should be viewed and behave, as I'm sure I'll get into that later. But all of this is to say I believe I went and did something bold, in search of a fight in a way, and God gave me what I wanted. In a roundabout God sort of way of course.
You see, that hasnt been the only time I've run into hank outside of my apartments; I saw him briefly at the grocery store one day. And when I see him around home I wonder on many occassions, why he's such a nice guy. Although I've no problem with these qualities, as I've said before, a man needs a little danger to keep his heart alive. Who told him he had to be a Nice Guy?
I feel a certain draw to Hank, is what I guess I'm trying to say. And I wonder if it wouldnt be too prudent to strike up a conversation and query these theories. I wouldnt be surprised if God wasnt laying him on my heart, but I'm also loathe to overspiritualize anything.
Those are my questions for the night.
p.s. If you havent already, I encourage you to read at least a little of my first two posts; they provide insight as to the purpose of this blog.