Hollywood, with it’s street performers and sidewalk stars, was full of interesting characters. Men dressed as fictional action heroes posed for pictures outside of Mann’s Chinese Theater. Women dressed as Disney Princesses or movie starlets and waved their hands like pageant queens while tourist snapped their cameras. In the mix of faces were homeless individuals, business men, families, and hustlers. It was truly Hollywood. The place of dreams. 

I found myself on the corner of Hollywood and Highland this past Saturday. It felt wonderful to be back in Los Angeles and be in the mix of an eclectic gathering of people. But the nostalgia of past experience and the excitement of future memories was interrupted by a screaming voice with a bullhorn.

Several men wandering through performers circles and near tourists were shouting boisterously, interrupting and shocking those around. I guess that was their tactical ambition: interrupt and shock.

They yelled and protested and shouted. They said we all needed Jesus. They waved their fists in the air while their faces turned beet red from shouting down fire and brimstone. And I stared.

I wondered if the man shouting into the bullhorn cared about the homeless man who hadn’t showered in days. I wondered if the yelling men cared about the man dressed as a woman with fishnet stockings and patent leather heels. I wonder if the shouting and religious braggadocio drew people closer to the cross or further from the truth.

Shouting at someone and telling them they need Jesus is like telling a starving person they need food. 

I wonder what witness they could’ve been if instead of shouting at the homeless man, they offered to wash his hair. Instead of yelling out the truth that we are sinners, I wonder how the man dressed as a woman might have felt if someone sat down and talked with him. I wonder how Jesus would’ve responded that afternoon on Hollywood and Highland. 

I’ve read the prophets of ancient days who wandered the city proclaiming the day of One to come. But that day has come. And the One they foretold walked the proverbial streets of Hollywood feeding, healing, touching, and loving the broken, lost, and hurting.

Shouldn’t we do the same?

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