I was on my way to have lunch with a friend earlier this week but I over anticipated traffic so I got there about 30 minutes too soon. I was so hungry, I figured a $0.99 Mickey D’ double cheeseburger could tide me over until we met for lunch so I drove into a McDonalds in the most unsavory part of town.

As I was pulling up to the intercom to place my order an old poor black man walked up close to my car and said, “Sir, I’m not going to ask you for money but could you please buy me lunch today because I haven’t eaten in a while?”

As I looked him over, he did look fairly ragged wearing worn and torn clothing and rather filthy too. I said to him, “What would you like?”

He beamed back and said he wanted a “BLT Combo Number 5″ and added “and Sprite for the drink.”

I ordered a double cheeseburger and a #5 with a Sprite and pulled up to the drive thru window. I handed the clerk a $100 but she didn’t accept the bill so I handed her my AMEX. She gave me the food and I drove up to the edge of the restaurant where “God” was waiting for his meal.

I handed the #5 combo to him along with the drink. He took it, looked at me and said, “God bless you today son” and walked away.

It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized I had purchased God lunch that day. I tend to think that an all powerful being would find it pretty boring to sit atop of the cosmos looking down on a seeming fairly placid universe. No, God hangs out in the form of a poor shunned person all day long unable to get something to eat from the very people for which everything has been given to on Earth.

Despite having written checks for hundreds or thousands of dollars this year for various charities and organizations only to have a sense of regret that my money went into a black hole, I got a high sense of accomplishment from a single $5 meal purchase for someone who needed it.