Green Camaro – Written by Michael Lee Joshua

Green Camaro by Michael Lee Joshua

As soon as the car was warm, Amber bundled the blanket around her and turned off the ignition. She would do this a number of times before morning. Every thirty minutes or so – Amber turned on the car to run the heater. Once in a while, a police officer would come to the window and tell her she could not park this beat up car in the discount store parking lot. She didn’t know why they cared, they weren’t even open, but they did.

Just two weeks ago, Amber lived in an apartment. That was before Jeremy found the letter from her mom in her pocket. He told her that she couldn’t talk to her mom, why did she open the letter? Why didn’t she just mark “Return to Sender” on the envelope like he had told her to do? It doesn’t matter now. It’s too late, the only reason she had the car is because it was in her name. He would take it if he could. Amber tried to call her mom, but the number was unlisted and she didn’t have enough money to buy the gas to get there. She was shoplifting small items from the local 7-11 to eat, and standing on the corner during the day begging for the few dollars to buy gas just to keep the car warm.

She had no clothes, no friends, and she was running out of options as she parked her car on the bridge. While she contemplated what to do next, a green Camaro pulled up alongside her. The young man in the muscle car whistled at her, “Hey, whatcha doin’ out here?” She didn’t even look up, she knew it would only be worse if they made eye contact. The young man drove away, shaking his head. This happened over and over, each night as she thought about taking her life, the green Camaro would show up, as if on cue, “Hey, whatcha doin’ out here?” she would hear each time.

One night a strange thing happened. Instead of the “Hey, whatcha doin’ out here?” she heard a slight rap on the window, looked over her blanket and saw the green Camaro. She started to shake, first from the scare, then from the cold. Though she wouldn’t look at him, the rapping continued. Finally, because he would not go away, she turned toward him. He reached toward her with a bag from a fast food place – and said, “I thought you might be hungry.” As she burrowed into her blanket, he put the food down, got into his car and roared away. He was barely out of sight when she opened the door and grabbed the bag, the first meal she had eaten in three weeks – only a couple of burgers and fries, but a feast.

As Amber silently thanked God for her good fortune, she realized that today was the first day that she hadn’t stolen anything to eat. She might feel alone, but Amber knew that God was watching over her. When she awoke the next morning, to her surprise – there was a fast food breakfast in a bag outside her door. She ravenously ate it and then drove to the nearest gas station to use the facilities. She found herself humming a tune as she washed up in the restroom, feeling very blessed indeed. She didn’t have a place to live, but she ate two meals in a row. For four days, this continued.

She was again on the bridge when the green Camaro came around the corner. This time when he rapped on her window, she looked up and opened her window. The young man handed her a bag with food still warm, an address and five hundred dollars. When Amber asked him why, he said “I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!” Matthew 25:40 (NLT)

As she began to cry, the young man said, “I am a student at the Seminary down the road, and God impressed upon me to show you a place to go, and to provide the money for you to do it. This is what He has told me to do, I will trust Him to guide you.” With that, he was back in the green Camaro and out of sight. When she looked at the paper, she realized it was her mother’s address.