I See Colors, Man!

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”.

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.

Obituary of James Scott "Maverick" Dixon

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.)