Be on Fire With The Joy of Yourself


Nice warm day today, warm enough to want to stretch out on the grass somewhere and let the sun cook your bones and rosy your cheeks a little.

Some of the trees in my home town are coming into full bloom and they look like they are fire with the joy of themselves. Bold pinks, whites, yellows and purples all saying, “Yes sir, here  I am.”

I imagine that kind of joy is available to us humans if we dare to believe we deserve it; sinners that we are. That is why Christ drew such big crowds, some people just simply wanting to be near his light; they sensed that he was on fire with the joy of himself.


But we do deserve it. God wants us happy despite what Jesus had to go through there at the end. Some say he went through it so we could experience some peace and joy in our lives.  Lots and lots of people think they are supposed to suffer all their lives and so they do; makes me a little sad if I think about it too much.

My church does a Sunday feed for local folks, most of the people that show up are low income and homeless people. We had close to 50 people  last time and I had to send a lady from my church out to get some more hotdogs; something she was very happy to do.

Some of my friends donated a bunch of 16 ounce Cokes and Sprites they got on the cheap. Hobo’s and low income people, well let’s just say it is extremely emotionally satisfying to get a nice bottle of name brand pop once in a while. And I was happy to have enough to send people off with one or two in their pockets.

Understand for a lot of these folks, a meal at McDonalds and things like ordering a pizza for delivery, something a lot of us would not think twice about; well, for them, it never happens.


Abundance and scarcity are funny in what they can do to people, that is why I never try to judge anybody no matter how stingy they appear to be. I am surprised at the depth of my own greed at times.

At any rate I gave this Veteran a couple of bucks for a pack of cigarettes and trust me an unopened pack is like gold. Well this guy buys the pack, takes a couple for himself so he can bullshit with people after dinner, then takes the rest of the pack home and stashes it because he knows everybody and his dog is going to ask for one. Plus he is low on money or completely out and won’t get paid again until the first of the month.

Yet I know a homeless guy; if he has the money, he will buy an 8 dollar pack of Camel no filters and hand them out to anyone who asks. But that give and take of even small things like cans of pop, cigarettes and beer help build trust between people.

Sure I gave out half a pack of smokes, but I have been out before and know how shameful it feels to ask someone who has as little as you do. Homeless people truly are closer to each other than the rest of us. Sure they fight and have their dramas. But if you are hurting, someone is always going to help you out, with a dingy floor to sleep on or just someone to talk to.

I will also add, if you are not exchanging things with your neighbors: be it conversation, a cup of sugar, barbeques, movies and so forth, you are going to feel isolated. You may not even know you feel isolated, that is how out of touch we have become with our emotional selves as we go through our busy, busy days. That is why I liked being a hobo so much, you had all the time in the world to get to know people.

This is Easter Week so let’s keep in mind Christ’s last commandment as he was saying goodbye to his Apostles for a while at the last supper; Love One Another. Who knows maybe you will help someone find a little joy in themselves and their lives.


About Author

Hobo John

Hobo John here, I am a fifty year old man currently living in a small town in Idaho, this is also where I grew up. Like any Idaho boy I love the outdoors, and am a sports enthusiast. But I also love the arts and paint a little myself. In Proverbs it says, "A man's pursuit is his kindness, " and that is my only true mission in life. I like to write about just about anything; songs , children's stories, politics, short stories, however, I have not attempted a novel yet. I also consider myself a bit of a philosopher, after seven years of living the homeless life I actually started to enjoy it. I started writing little phrases that I hope contain some wisdom. I call them Hobo Metaphysics. "Gentle beats the shit out of aggressive," being one of my favorites. Peace to you folks, "I love you with everything that I have." That is my motto and the truth of things.


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