I met a drunk who called himself "Yacob" at StarBucks tonight. We talked about Musics, Arts. He was rather repugnant at first, most would ignore him. He walked into Starbucks, stared at innocent Timothy who's just minding his own business on his laptop, and then squawking gibberish at poor Tim like an angry oranghutan that had just escaped from the zoo.
Even though I did not understand what was he yacking about, I could tell from his accent, that he's Russian. After drawing everyone's attention to me, he went his way and sat at a corner. I continued my Biblical devotion while trying to reason out the recent confusion.
After a while when everyone in my area had left, Starbucks' closing in a few minutes, he walked to me again with his angry face, stood still right next to my left and "arrararrar!" again. Nonetheless, he seemed tamer this time. Now I have studied crazy people for quite sometime to know he is harmless. Although, I had been wrong before. There was a guy who had been sitting right next to my table for hours. This guy was there even longer that I, as if we're competing who's gonna stay the longest, he was gone like the wind when Mr. "Yacob" showed up yelling at me like I forgot to lock up the zoo or something.
Now I've learned a little Russian since college to start a friendly conversation with a Russian in English. So I was able to calm him down, have him sat down and we chatted. So it turned out that he couldn't stand people sitting in cafe working on laptops like some "sophisticated civilized egocentric"...He told me that he knew a lot, arts, musics, etc. and started to show off. I don't know too much, but enough to respond counteractively.
While he was rambling about, I had the burden of the Gospel within me, however, since StarBucks is closing and there's an unexpected heavy blizzard out there, I was afraid I was not able to preach to him. Or perhaps I was just too ignorant and lazy? Now I have had my share of starting right into Gospel conversation with very very proud and aged seniors, it had not usually turn out well, especially when they hated Christianity. So my strategy was to calm them down first, become buddy buddy, and then introduce them to preacher Tim.
I was trying to focus on Handel's oratorios, since he also knew them, leading him to the direction of the Gospel. Unfortunately, he was too proud to stay on one topic.
Oh well, what's done is done. I learned a few things.
Now I need to look up the historical accounts of monophonic and polyphonic musics.
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