Dear faithful readers and occasional lurkers. It indeed is true. I did see God at Winco! Let me describe Winco. It is basically the local Walmart-type, super cheap grocery store chain where the melting pot of society simmers 24 hours daily. To see God here was actually transcendent.
I went on a mission to spend no less than or no more than our last $40 in cash from what we set aside for our groceries per week. Milk, yogurt, cereal and various items barely fill the bottom of the over-sized basket. Admittedly that sight made me feel somehow small. Everything was on sale, and at checkout I rang up at $30.56. But, my cash was gone.
When you are seriously on a budget with negative cash flow, losing cash feels like a sucker punch. I checked all my pockets and right when I turned around to go check my car I see God.
Now, God was inhabiting the body of a very tall and big white haired man wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt. And, how I knew it was God was when he said, “did you happen to lose some cash?”
“Yes, I lost $40.”
“Here.” He handed me the bills nicely folded and told me he found them right in the middle of the aisle and that he was about to give it to the manager.
The clerk saw and heard all of this and said, “I’ve got chills. You don’t see this everyday.”
Seriously, this fellow was a God-sighting. I am sure he never even thought twice about what to do. He would never call himself a hero, and because of that he is one in my book.
You can find God in some very strange places like a dirty barn where he was born as a baby, dinner with prostitutes and working through nice old men in a tacky Hawaiian shirt.