I just had the most surreal experience this week. I’m not
sure where to begin or how to frame it...
There was a brother who went by the name Maverick with a
Facebook page that I followed and from time to time I would like a post,
maybe even leave a comment. I
can’t remember how long ago I started following Maverick’s page but the thing
that drew me to it was the name – “Hippie Christian Fellowship: I see colors,
man”.
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| James Scott "Maverick" Dixon |
I don’t know a lot about Maverick except for what
he posted about himself. Mostly that he had a heart for the poor and fought for
the legalization of Medical Marijuana to help end the opioid addiction crisis.
In late March I saw that Maverick was in the hospital waiting
to be transferred to John Hopkins. I called him on the phone number listed on his
Facebook page but because of poor cell service I was barely able to introduce
myself. We exchanged a few text messages, I was able to give a better introduction
and tell him that he was in my prayers. A week and a half later I sent Maverick
another encouraging text message but I didn’t hear back from him.
I began to
fear that Maverick might have taken a turn for the worse and after a little
searching my fears were confirmed, I found that Maverick had passed five days
after my last text message.
This was so weird, amid all this COVID-19 isolation I try to
reach out to a brother in his time of need and barely make a connection with
him just before he dies. I guess the life lesson here is to make
the effort and get connected, reach out and be there for each other. As the
word says, Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. (Galatians
6:2)
I hope that in some small way I was able to brighten up
Maverick’s last few days.
I see colors too, man.
Peace, Love
and Light!
Kevin
(Cloud)
(Colorful
sheep image was from Maverick's Facebook page Hippie Christian Fellowship: I see colors, man.)
