“But God didn’t make you to be no fool!” the older lighter skinned man said loudly his words full of conviction, as if what he was saying was the purest and simplest of truths. Everyone else on the bus silently agreed with the man, everyone except the man sitting right across from him.
The two men locked in a passionate debating concerning the will of God and giving to those less fortunate than selves spoke loudly enough so that their conversation could easily be overheard while one gazed out the window, or pretended not listen, or simply sat in the comfort of ones own silence plotting out life plans.
“And I agree” rebutted the second man. “I agree so much that I want you to show me, teach me, don’t preach to me, let me get my bible here I want you to show me the passage where God say you a fool for giving your coat to someone who needs it.” The man stretched his arm out for his bag that sat further up the bus, across the isle. He wiggled his fingers commandingly at the bag as if his will would bring the bag closer. “You know if I could just get my bible.” He beckoned to the bag as much as he was to everyone else listening, passively asking for assistance.
“Naw, what I mean is God don’t want you taking off your coat and you getting cold, so that someone else can have your coat.” The first, lighter man interjects, looking wearily at the other bigger man reaching his hand out for his bible.
“That’s not true, share the wealth.” The bigger man says as he is handed his bible “Now.” He speaks again as he turns the bible off towards the first man. “If you would show me that passage please.”
The lighter man does not reach out for the bible, instead he folds his arms, defiantly, and silently resigns from the conversation, and the bus is suddenly silent. The bigger man, not basking in the victory quickly chimes in to drive his point further. “God wants us to share the wealth and wealth comes in all forms, I would give the person who needed it, my coat, you know why? Cause I got three more at home, now see that’s my wealth.