The Stranger at McDonald’s

Red and blue tube slides curved around the ceiling like sinuous snakes, and clubbed green helicopter blades whirled overhead. Kids scrambled up slippery slides, crawled through plastic tunnels, and emerged grinning on the floor, hair standing tall with static electricity.

Two brown-eyed children with curly black hair stepped apprehensively closer to the indoor playset, their curiosity drawing them nearer. They craned short faces to the ceiling, watching my son’s hands bob and wave from various corners of the labyrinth.

“They’re afraid,” said a woman’s voice behind me. “He was born premature, only five months old. He just slipped out of his mama, my daughter. He had a lot of health problems,” she told me, long black hair falling straight around her shoulders and down her back. “His mind is like a three year old’s and he can’t see very well. No depth perception, so he’s afraid. What to us is only a few feet looks like it’s very far away, so the tunnels scare him.”

Her grandchildren sidled closer to the steps leading up, and then pleaded for their grandma to join them. She grinned and padded up the winding stairs on her hands and knees. Fearful wails and shuffling sounds marked their path through the right side of the playset. Concerned for them and wanting to help, my seven year old Daniel called out cheerful hello’s, waved his hands, and sent comforting messages echoing down the round hallways and intersections.

When the fear had loomed too large for too long, the three of them wedged around and made their descent, the grandma laughing gently and encouraging her grandson through his tears.

“Good job!” I cheered her as she emerged. “That’s brave of you to enter the tunnels. Were they claustrophobic?”

“I’m Jennifer,” I continued once she was settled on the ground again and her kids were busy playing.

“Pam,” she smiled.

She shared hard things, and we talked of alcoholism’s grip and the sadness of watching loved ones spiral deeper into fear and darkness.

“The ache is gone,” she said in response to a question I asked. “It used to hurt a lot, but now I just pray for her and care for her kids, knowing God loves her too.”

We talked, Pam and I, in the McDonald’s playland, as a Hmong dad and kids entered and ate ice cream cones by the window. Five children ran through, past, up, and inside, and we talked about God’s deep love, his ability to bring transformation and hope, and then we stopped and prayed.

Our smiles, as we parted, shared a sense of community and camaraderie, this stranger at McDonald’s and me.

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  1. Bill (cycleguy) on July 29, 2015 at 8:43 pm

    Two things come to mind: "entertaining angels unaware" and "she needed someone." Glad you were both.

  2. Jean Wise on July 29, 2015 at 11:06 pm

    What a story! I love how you write with so much rich description – took me right to McDonalds. Glad you stopped by my blog from Lisa's and we found each other. Blessings.

  3. Unknown on July 30, 2015 at 2:31 am

    Uh. This one hit my heart like a sword. The poor kid's paying the price… Sad…

    Love the heart, sister. Thanks for being the hands of our Savior.

  4. Lisa notes... on July 30, 2015 at 4:02 pm

    It's amazing how God brings strangers into our lives for such a time as this. How wonderful that you were open to the Spirit's guidance in speaking with this grandmother. I'm sure it blessed her not only that day but for many days to come. Thanks for sharing this, Jennifer.

  5. Alecia Simersky on July 31, 2015 at 4:04 pm

    What a timely encounter. I'm sure you were just what she needed in that moment. Thank you for being Jesus with skin on to Pam.

  6. bluecottonmemory on August 2, 2015 at 10:01 pm

    I love how you reached out and cheered – and extended friendship – so many don't. This is a such an encouraging story of how we are to Jesus love our neighbors!Wishing you Shalom and more God-encounters in the week ahead!

  7. Dolly@Soulstops on August 3, 2015 at 5:40 pm

    What a beautiful story….I love it when God weaves our lives with another and how you showed compassion 🙂

  8. Jennifer Dougan on August 7, 2015 at 1:28 am


    Those are neat verses. Thanks.

    Jennifer Dougan

  9. Jennifer Dougan on August 7, 2015 at 1:29 am


    Thank you. Thanks for stopping by here too! Nice to meet you.

    Jennifer Dougan

  10. Jennifer Dougan on August 7, 2015 at 1:36 am


    So hard to hear of sad kid situations, huh?

    Jennifer Dougan

  11. Jennifer Dougan on August 7, 2015 at 1:36 am


    I enjoyed that talk with her as well.

    Jennifer Dougan

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