I´ve been robbed.

I have been stolen from and I have been conned, but this marks the first time I have been robbed.

I have a large imagination as many of you know. So I had always imagined what I would do in such situations. When I was a kid, it was more heroic and action figure-esque. But as I became more aware of Jesus´teachings (and perhaps gained a better understanding of my own limitations...) my ideas changed. For a while I thought maybe I could call on the Holy Spirit. Sort of what Elisha did when the youth made fun of him for being bald. Then I thought, perhaps that´s not the purpose of the Holy Spirit. So my day dreams changed. My most recent ones I thought of saying in Spanish "I am a man of God, are you sure you want to do this?" and then maybe the Holy Spirit might convict him. This is actually how my mind works.

Well, I was robbed and it didn´t go down like this.

I was walking down the main road at about 8:00 PM and I heard someone walking behind me. Instead of walking faster, I (being a good Oklahoman) turned around to greet the person. Wrong move. A man (whose face I remember very clearly) pulled out a knife and asked me for my cell phone. All I could say was "Oh my gosh!" Only the words didn´t exactly come out and I sounded more like a dog whose tail had been stepped on or perhaps Lou Costello. The knife was actually quite small but rusty enough so that the only thought going through my mind was "I really don't want to be stabbed by that." It didn't helped that I had seen a few ambulences that day and noticed how nobody pulled over for them and it just didn´t seem like a good idea to have to ride in an ambulence going 35 miles per hour.

I gave him my cell phone. He was quite anxious as we were on a main road and I was taking my sweet time. He kept telling me to hurry up. He asked for my money and I gave him all the money I had with me. One lempira and seventy centavos. That´s about eight cents. He looked at me incredulously and asked if that was all. This was not a good night for the poor guy as my cell phone was also the cheap phone that everyone has. He asked for my wallet. At this point I could only respond in English even though I understood what he was saying. I started shouting at him, "I don´t have one!" I was shouting quite loudly and once again we were on a main street. Finally he gave up and walked away. At this point I remembered what I had always daydreamed and was disappointed how I acted nothing like this. So as he walked away, I shouted at him in English,

"I´m a man of God!"



Surprisingly, he wasn´t suddenly convicted and didn´t return my phone.