Too Far Gone

There is something that happens at midnight.  The outer world seems to officially accept that it is night.  Dough Boys parking lot was nearly empty.  The few scattered cars.  The many scattered leaves and wrappers.  Although I am not sure, I imagine the wind was blowing the leaves and wrappers around as if this parking lot was an abandoned city.
There Molly was inside Dough Boys, sitting in a chair.  She was angled slightly towards the front of the store, as her right leg was crossed over her left.  Elbow on leg.  Chin resting on hand.  The look on her face was peculiar and left me perplexed - I guess only because it was all too familiar.  With her eyebrows somewhat raised and her eyes obviously staring into space, I thought, "I've been there."  In Greek class I've been there and when I came back, Jerry Camery-Hoggatt would say, "Wow. Where were you? You were like, way gone."
Only 25 feet away sat a man sprawled in a different world.  True, his mind was in the same place as Molly's and where mine had been, but his daily existence was another thing.  His clothes were evidence of this as they laid lifelessly on his body - rips, tears and all.  The dirt on his clothes and face showed that this man did not live hour by hour, but pain by pain.  What a different existence.
Yet, all three of us had been in the same place, possibly even at the same time.
And this is the Gospel, is it not? It is for the ones that are "like, way gone."  The ones that are too far gone to come back.  The ones that do not want to come back.  The ones who do not have the strength to come back.  The Gospel embraces the blank stare, the mind in space and all.  The Gospel embraces the dirty clothes and the clean.  Yes, we all have different existences on earth, but are all invited into the same Reality.
Jesus says this in his Sermon on the Mount, with the somewhat known Beatitudes.  The Kingdom of God is for all - for those of different earthly existences.  The Kingdom of God is for the mundane doughnut shop worker.  It is for the bum near her smelling terrible, who without the Kingdom of God might never have any relationship to the mundane worker.  And the Kingdom of God is for the one riding by on a moped lucky enough to capture this scene.
And the Kingdom of God is for you.