That’s the best way to describe him, and I don’t mean that in a negative way. We had pulled into Buena Vista, Colorado, just a few hours earlier for our vacation. It’s a mountain town. The people who come here want to hike and fish and camp and raft. They want to be outdoors.
And the people who live here, at least from what I’ve been able to tell, are the same way. They’re mostly bronze and fit and look like they just got off the water or down from the mountain. The guy I ran into at the gas station was about 40 years old. He was thin, had a funky beard and had blond dreadlocks streaming out the back of his ball cap. There was a kid, maybe 12 years old with a shaggy head of hair, in the passenger’s seat of his little blue Nissan pickup.
I was curious what the guy would say. So I asked him my question. He looked at me kind of funny, and so I told him about my project. A little smirk crossed his face, then he said, "Go for it," sticking out his hand in my direction – fending me off. Then he turned and walked away. I just thanked him as he went.
He didn’t want anything to do with me, I realize. That’s OK. I prayed for him. Maybe God will reveal himself to him in the mountains or on the river.
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