Last night, while waiting for a friend to meet me at Frisch's, I had a very strange encounter with an employee, a guy who I had went to college with. I'm horrible with names, but for some reason I remembered this one. When I called his name, he turned to make eye contact and the look on his face was one of confusion. I said, "You probably don't remember me."
He said, "You look familiar." I guess that's what you're supposed to say when you can't remember someones name.
"I'm Chad Doerr. We went to KCC together."
It was then that the encounter took a weird turn. I think he may have nodded, but without saying a word, he turned around and headed for the kitchen. That was it. No, "How have you been? What brings you to Louisville? Have you come for a hot fudge cake?" Nothing.
As he headed for the kitchen I was flipping through my mental archive, trying to remember of a time in college that I may have offended him. Obviously, something was wrong.
I took a seat and waited for my friend but I couldn't seem to get this guy off my mind. I had this deep feeling that my fellow alum was now distant from the Lord and I was simply a reminder of a former life with Christ. I don't know why I felt this, but I just did.
Well, about ten minutes later, he passed by my table and I mustered up the courage to ask him how he was doing. That was hard, knowing I had just been blown off a few minutes earlier. But my heart was heavy for this young man and I wanted to get to the bottom of it. I asked him how he was doing, told him about Amy's death (they were in the music program together and he had no idea she had went to be with the Lord) and finally asked him if he was connected with a church in Louisville. That's when he shook his head in disgust and when I asked him why, he explained he was tired of the church politics.
As he walked away, I felt so sad for him. Ten years ago he was a vibrant young college student pursuing a Christian education and was seldom seen without a smile on his face. A decade later, he's working at Frisch's, has left the church and struggled to manufacture a smile. How sad!
I've continued to think of Pierson through the day. I believe he has a story and I so want to hear it. I want to share a Big Boy and just listen. I want to help him come back to Jesus. I don't know what is wrong but he seemed so lost.
Please pray that God would provide further opportunities to visit with my friend Peirson.